Truth is only an illusion we have forgotten is an illusion.

We seldom break a leg as long as we are climbing wearily upwards in our lives, instead we do it when we start going easy on ourselves and choosing the comfortable paths.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!

Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.

It is our taste that decides against Christianity now, no longer our reasons.

Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.