Thinking evil is making evil.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate - and immediately forget we have done so.

Beware of spitting against the wind!

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

The value of life itself cannot be estimated.