That grand drama in a hundred acts, which is reserved for the next two centuries of Europe-the most terrible, most questionable and perhaps also the most hopeful of all dramas.

The masters have been done away with; the morality of the common man has triumphed.

Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it.

Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.

There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.

...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.

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