I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.

Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.

The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. 'Behold , just now the world ... entire love. And woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. Man's disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.

What good is all this free-thinking, modernity, and turncoat flexibility if at some gut level you are still a Christian, a Catholic, and even a priest!

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.

A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!