In song and dance, man forgets how to walk and speak and is on the way into flying into the air, dancing... his very gestures express enchantment.

To the mediocre, mediocrity is a form of happiness.

[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.

To blaspheme the earth is now the most dreadful sin, and to rate the heart of the unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth!

Not to him who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to him who doth not concern us at all.

That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts.

With one more talent one frequently stands with greater instability than with one less, as a table stands better on three legs than on four.