Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate - and immediately forget we have done so.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

The thousand mysteries around us would not trouble but interest us, if only we had cheerful, healthy hearts.

The State is the coldest of all cold monsters.

One man runs to his neighbor because he is looking for himself, and another because he wants to loose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison for you.

No more fiction, for now we calculate; but that we may calculate, we had to make fiction first.