Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.
The Germans are incapable of any conception of greatness: proof Schumann.
One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.
This mother needs happy, reputable children, and that one needs unhappy ones: otherwise she cannot show her kindness as a mother.
If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved
truths are illusions of which one has forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors that have become worn-out and deprived of their sensuous force, coins that have lost their imprint and are now no longer seen as coins but as metal.