What was a lie in the father becomes a conviction in the son.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

Was that life? Well then, once more!

You are rewarding a teacher poorly if you remain always a pupil.

He who speaks a bit of a foreign language has more delight in it than he who speaks it well; pleasure goes along with superficial knowledge.

Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks -- those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.