Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.

We will burn that bridge when we come to it.

Everything great and intelligent is in the minority

Paternity is based anyhow only upon conviction: I am convinced, therefore, I am the father.

Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is.

The proper place for liberality is in the realm of the emotions.