Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.

Poets and writers who are in love with the superlative all want to do more than they can.

Priests ... these turkey-cocks of God.

I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.

One should adpot only those situations in which one is in no need of sham virtues, but rather, like the tight-rope dancer on his tight rope, in which one must either fall or stand--or escape.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.

Our knowledge will take its revenge on us, just as ignorance exacted its revenge during the Middle Ages.