New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

That roguish and cheerful vice, politeness.

There is not enough religion in the world even to destroy religion.

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

There is a lake that one day refused to flow away and threw up a dam at the place where it had before flowed out and since then this lake has always risen higher and higher. Perhaps the very act of renunciation provides us with the strength to bear it ; perhaps man will rise ever higher and higher when he no longer flows out into a God.

It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.

Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise will you seek truth during the night, and your soul will have been hungry.