Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.
It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad.
Free will without fate is no more conceivable than spirit without matter, good without evil.
One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.
The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.
This sign I give you: every people speaks its tongue of good and evil, which the neighbor does not understand. It has invented its own language of customs and rights.