I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects . . .

In laughter all that is evil comes together, but is pronounced holy and absolved by its own bliss.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

To do great things is difficult; but to command great things is more difficult.

No, life has not disappointed me. On the contrary, I find it truer, more desirable and mysterious every year -- ever since the day when the great liberator came to me: the idea that life could be an experiment of the seeker for knowledge -- and not a duty, not a calamity, not trickery.