In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.

He who recites dramatic works makes discoveries about his own character.

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

Strong currents drag many stones and bushes along with them, strong intellects many dense and muddled minds.

So long as the spectator has to figure out the meaning of this or that person, or the presuppositions of this or that conflict of inclinations and purposes, he cannot become completely absorbed in the activities and sufferings of the chief characters or feel breathless pity and fear.

Does not the discipline of the scientific spirit just commence when one no longer harbours any conviction?

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.