Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

It is obvious that all sense has gone out of modern marriage; which is, however, no objection to marriage but to modernity.

Women want to serve, and this is where their happiness lies: but the free spirit does not want to be served, and this is where hishappiness lies.

What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.

There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.