Every word is a preconceived judgment.

He who does not lie does not know what truth is.

You must climb above yourself-up and beyond, until you have even your stars under you.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

Giving style” to one’s character - a great and rare art! It is exercised by those who see all the strengths and weaknesses of their own natures and then comprehend them in an artistic plan until everything appears as art and reason and even weakness delights the eye.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

All philosophy is a form of confession.