Women and egoistic artists entertain a feeling towards science that is something composed of envy and sentimentality.

Yet for all that, there is nothing in me of a founder of a religion--religions are affairs of the rabble; I find it necessary to wash my hands after I have come into contact with religious people.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.

The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.

I listened for the echo, and I heard only praise —

We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.

[Heraclitus speaks as if] in entrancement ... but [also] truthfully.