Again and again I am brought up against it, and again and again I resist it: I don't want to believe it, even though it is almost palpable: the vast majority lack an intellectual conscience; indeed, it often seems to me that to demand such a thing is to be in the most populous cities as solitary as in the desert.

Almost two thousand years, and no new god!

What we experience in dreams - assuming that we experience it often - belongs in the end just as much to the over-all economy of our soul as anything experienced "actually": we are richer or poorer on account of it.

Discontent is the seed of ethics.

The love of power is the demon of mankind.

It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.