Since philosophy now criticizes everything it comes across, a critique of philosophy would be nothing less than a just reprisal.

When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.

A so-called happy marriage corresponds to love as a correct poem to an improvised song.

When reason and unreason come into contact, an electrical shock occurs. This is called polemics.

Where there is politics or economics, there is no morality.

If the essence of cynicism consists in preferring nature to art, virtue to beauty and science; in not bothering about the letter of things -- to which the Stoic strictly adheres -- but in looking up to the spirit of things; in absolute contempt of all economic values and political splendor, and in courageous defence of the rights of independent freedom; then Christianity would be nothing but universal cynicism.

Even a friendly conversation which cannot be at any given moment be broken off voluntarily with complete arbitrariness has something illiberal about it. An artist, however, who is able and wants to express himself completely, who keeps nothing to himself and would wish to say everything he knows, is very much to be pitied.