Fear is the mother of morality.

What really makes one indignant about suffering isn't the thing itself but the senselessness of it.

However closely people are attached to one another, their mutual horizon nonetheless includes all four compass directions, and nowand again they notice it.

Without music, life would be a mistake... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.

You're going to women? Don't forget your whip!

The so-called paradoxes of an author, to which a reader takes exception, often exist not in the author's book at all, but rather in the reader's head.

There are people who are so presumptuous that they know no other way to praise a greatness that they publicly admire than by representing it as a preliminary stage and bridge leading to themselves.