I awoke you from your sleep because I saw that you were having a nightmare. And now you are cross and say to me: "What are we supposed to do now? Everything is still night!" You ingrates! You should go to sleep again and dream better.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Our shortcomings are the eyes with which we see the ideal.

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

The danger of our culture.- We belong to a period of which the culture is in danger of being destroyed by the appliances of culture.