How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.

It is perhaps just dawning on five or six minds that physics, too, is only an interpretation and exegesis of the world (to suit us, if I may say so!) and not a world-explanation.

Spiritual strength and passion, when accompanied by bad manners, only provoke loathing.

When somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.

The shortest route is not the most direct one, but rather the one where the most favorable winds swell our sails:Mthat is the lesson that seafarers teach. Not to abide by this lesson is to be obstinate: here, firmness of character is tainted with stupidity.