One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.

Mystery is truth's dancing partner.

Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.

Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast. - Without haste, but without rest.

Toleration ought in reality to be merely a transitory mood. It must lead to recognition. To tolerate is to affront.

The bad thing is that thinking about thought doesn't help at all; one has to have it from nature so that the good ideas appear before us like free children of God calling to us: Here we are.

I do not know myself, and God forbid that I should.