Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself.

We must be cruel as well as compassionate: let us guard against becoming poorer than nature is!

I have forgotten my umbrella.

The reason adultery is immoral is that it might lead to marriage.

One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.