The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

He only profits from praise who values criticism.

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!

Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity.

The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything.