A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

Childhood and youth are ends in themselves, not stages.

Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers.

Man, full of emptiness and torn apart with homesickness for the desert has had to create from within himself an adventure, a torture-chamber, an unsafe and hazardous wilderness- this fool, this prisoner consumed with longing and despair, became the inventor of 'bad conscience'.

Men inadvertently comport themselves with nobility when they have grown accustomed to wanting nothing from others and always giving to them.

The criminal is quite frequently not equal to his deed: he belittles and slanders it.