There is one thing one has to have either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

Sometimes in our relationship to another human being the proper balance of friendship is restored when we put a few grains of impropriety onto our own side of the scale.

The patient. The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience: - they give no thought to the little people beneath them devoured by their impatience and their curiosity.

Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking

Those who create are hard of heart.

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.