It has therewith come to be recognized that the history of moral valuations is at the same time the history of an error, the error of responsibility, which is based upon the error of the freedom of will.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

How did reason come into the world? As is fitting, in an irrational manner, by accident. One will have to guess at it as at a riddle.

The heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out.

A strong and well-constituted man digests his experiences (deeds and misdeeds all included) just as he digests his meats, even when he has some tough morsels to swallow.

We cannot even reproduce our thoughts entirely in words.