The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.

On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.

The soul must have its chosen sewers to carry away its ordure. This function is performed by persons, relationships, professions, the fatherland, the world, or finally, for the really arrogant - I mean our modern pessimists - by the Good God himself.

One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

There is an innocence in lying which is the sign of good faith in a cause.