The greatest progress that the human race has made lies in learning how to make correct inferences.

A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

It is only those who know how to feel that "this is not good" who devise improvements.

A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time, and is not worn away by all the centuries, although it serves as food for every epoch.

What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.