When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.

The universe without music would be madness.

In order to acquire intellect one must need it. One loses it when it is no longer necessary.

Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me - and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed.

Good writers have two things in common: they prefer to be understood rather than admired; and they do not write for knowing and over-acute readers.