In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.

A nation that still believes in itself holds fast to its own god.

Man is something to be surpassed.

What convinces is not necessarily true-it is merely convincing: a note for asses.

You should seek your enemy, you should wage your war - a war for your opinions. And when your opinion is defeatedy our honesty should still cry triumph over that!

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

It is not your sin - it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!