We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge - and with good reason. We have never sought ourselves - how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also"; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

I no longer want to walk on worn soles.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

The world was conquered through the understanding of dogs; the world exists through the understanding of dogs.

Whoever knows he is deep tries to be clear, but whoever wants to seem deep to the crowd tries to be obscure. For the crowd supposes that anything it cannot see to the bottom must be deep: it is so timid and goes so unwillingly into the water.

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.