Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

One lives for the day, one lives very fast, one lives very irresponsibly: precisely this is called "freedom."

The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

And if a man goes through fire for his doctrine - what does that prove? Verily, it is more if your own doctrine comes out of your own fire.

No man ever wrote more eloquently and luminously [than Heraclitus].

Speaking is a beautiful folly; with that man dances over all things.

A small revenge is more human than no revenge at all.