A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.

In every party there is one person who, through his dotingly credulous enunciation of party principles, incites the other members to defection.

War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.

What we experience in dreams - assuming that we experience it often - belongs in the end just as much to the over-all economy of our soul as anything experienced "actually": we are richer or poorer on account of it.

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

The real question is: How much truth can I stand?