On every parable you ride to every truth.

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.

Unexplained, obscure matters are regarded as more important than explained, clear ones.

I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

Not their love of humanity, but the impotence of their love, prevents the Christians of today - burning us.

The "religion of pity" to which people would like to convert us- oh, we know well enough the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a veil and an adornment!