When asses are needed.- You will never get the crowd to cry Hosanna until you ride into town on an ass.

Every tradition grows continually more venerable, and the more remote its origins, the more this is lost sight of. The veneration paid the tradition accumulates from generation to generation, until it at last becomes holy and excites awe.

Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself.

Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.

A bad conscience is easier to cope with than a bad reputation.