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

I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! "Uniform" one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide!

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

We forget our guilt when we have confessed it to another, but the other does not usually forget it.

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

I am not a human being, I am dynamite.

"Belief in the truth commences with the doubting of all those "truths" we once believed."