Only ideas won by walking have any value.

Everyone carries within himself an image of womanliness derived from his mother: it is this that determines whether, on the whole,he will revere women, or despise them, or remain generally indifferent to them.

Books and drafts mean something quite different for different thinkers. One collects in a book the lights he was able to steal and carry home swiftly out of the rays of some insight that suddenly dawned on him, while another thinker offers us nothing but shadows - images in black and grey of what had built up in his soul the day before.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love To lose myself for a while.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

Let us not underestimate the privileges of the mediocre. As one climbs higher, life becomes ever harder, the coldness increases, responsibility increases.