In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.

How good music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!

Human, all too human.