We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy

[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.

People to whom their daily life appears too empty and monotonous easily grow religious; this is comprehensible and excusable, only they have no right to demand religious sentiments from those whose daily life is not empty and monotonous.

Life is hard to bear: but do not affect to be so delicate! We are all of us fine sumpter asses and assesses.

A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.