Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

You say, it's dark. And in truth, I did place a cloud before your sun. But do you not see how the edges of the cloud are already glowing and turning light.

Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.

Those who create are hard of heart.

Whoever has looked deeply into the world might well guess what wisdom lies in the superficiality of men.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

In the whole of the New Testament there is not one joke, that fact alone would invalidate any book.