Out of a brotherly love we occasionally embrace this or that somebody (because we cannot embrace everybody): but we must never letour somebody know it.

We must repay goodness and wickedness: but why exactly to the person who has done us a good or a wicked turn?

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

One has to know the size of one's stomach.

The surest sign that two people no longer speak the same language is that both say ironic things to one another but that neither senses the irony.

We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.

Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.