Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Men are even lazier than they are timorous, and what they fear most is the troubles with which any unconditional honesty and nudity would burden them.

What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?

Without the perpetual counterfeiting of the universe by number, man could not continue to live

You must be born for your physician, otherwise you are bound to perish because of your physician.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.