I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.

All parties attempt to represent important things that have developed outside themselves as unimportant, and where they fail in this they assail those things all the more bitterly the more admirable they are.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

Philosophers are in the habit of setting themselves before life and experience.

The Germans are like women, you can scarcely ever fathom their depths - they haven't any.