There would be no sunshine in society if the born flatterers, I mean the so-called amiable people, did not bring it in with them.

But say, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred 'Yes' is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.

A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

There is not sufficient religion in the world merely to put an end to the number of religions.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.