The superman is a premature ideal, one that presupposes man.
Where do I find the time for not reading so many books?
Lord, forgive them, for they know what they do!
One can translate an editorial but not a poem. For one can go across the border naked but not without one's skin; for, unlike clothes, one cannot get a new skin.
They judge lest they be judged.
Humanity is the washerwoman of society that wrings out its dirty laundry in tears.