When I seek another word for 'music', I never find any other word than 'Venice'

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

Away from God and gods did this will lure me: what would there be to create if gods existed?

They're so cold, these scholars! May lightning strike their food so that their mouths learn how to eat fire!

Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.

Books and drafts mean something quite different for different thinkers. One collects in a book the lights he was able to steal and carry home swiftly out of the rays of some insight that suddenly dawned on him, while another thinker offers us nothing but shadows - images in black and grey of what had built up in his soul the day before.

One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.