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

A degree of culture, and assuredly a very high one, is attained when man rises above superstitions and religious notions and fears, and, for instance, no longer believes in guardian angels or in original sin, and has also ceased to talk of the salvation of his soul.

Creating-that is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.

Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard.

Pathetic attitudes are not in keeping with greatness.

Precisely this is godliness--that there are gods, but no God.

Only with the ultimate knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are but the boundaries of man.