Whether in conversation we generally agree or disagree with others is largely a matter of habit: the one tendency makes as much sense as the other.

One should only question gods where none but gods can reply.

The noble soul reveres itself

The beating of drums, which delights young writers who serve a party, sounds to him who does not belong to the party line like a rattling of chains, and excites sympathy rather than admiration.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Again and again I am brought up against it, and again and again I resist it: I don't want to believe it, even though it is almost palpable: the vast majority lack an intellectual conscience; indeed, it often seems to me that to demand such a thing is to be in the most populous cities as solitary as in the desert.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.