The English are a nation of consummate cant.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

The tragedy is that we cannot believe the dogmas of religion and metaphysics if we have the strict methods of truth in heart and head, but on the other hand, we have become through the development of humanity so tenderly suffering that we need the highest kind of means of salvation and consolation: whence arises the danger that man may bleed to death through the truth that he realises.

Only idiots fail to contradict themselves three times a day.

Whoever reaches his ideal transcends it eo ipso.