Our foibles are really what make us lovable.

There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.

Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of man, Thou art like unto wind!

You must be either the servant or the master, the hammer or the anvil.

We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.

So long as you live and work, you will be misunderstood; to that you must resign yourself once and for all. Be silent!

All sects seem to me to be right in what they assert, and wrong in what they deny.