Where words cease, there music begins.

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.

Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.

God will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me, even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee, O God!