We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

The one seeks a midwife to deliver his thoughts, the other, someone to assist: thus a good conversation comes into being.

Human, all too human.

There is nothing very odd about lambs disliking birds of prey, but this is no reason for holding it against large birds of prey that they carry off lambs. And when the lambs whisper among themselves, "These birds of prey are evil, and does this not give us a right to say that whatever is the opposite of a bird of prey must be good," there is nothing intrinsically wrong with such an argument-though the birds of prey will look somewhat quizzically and say, We have nothing against these good lambs; in fact, we love them; nothing tastes better than a tender lamb.

I can still stand on life's narrowest footing: but who would I be were I to show you this art. Would you like to see a ropedancer?

Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.