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

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

There will be but few people who, when at a loss for topics of conversation, will not reveal the more secret affairs of their friends.

After all, what would be "beautiful" if the contradiction had not first become conscious of itself, if the ugly had not first said to itself: "I am ugly"?.

In the whole of the New Testament there is not one joke, that fact alone would invalidate any book.

Man is something that is to be surpassed.

The desire for a strong faith is not the proof of a strong faith, rather the opposite. If one has it one may permit oneself the beautiful luxury of skepticism: one is secure enough, fixed enough for it.