Every uneducated person is a caricature of himself.

The obsession with moderation is the spirit of castrated narrow-mindedness.

Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation.

Imagination must first be filled to the point of saturation with life of every kind before the moment arrives when the friction of free sociability electrifies it to such an extent that the most gentle stimulus of friendly or hostile contact elicits from it lightning sparks, luminous flashes, or shattering blows.

We do not see God, but everywhere we see something divine; first and most typically in the center of a reasonable man, in the depth of a living human product. You can directly feel and think nature, the universe, but not the Godhead. Only the man among men can poetize and think divinely and live with religion.

He who does not become familiar with nature through love will never know her.

Philosophy still moves too much straight ahead, and is not yet cyclical enough.