Death induces the sensual person to say: Let us eat and drink, because tomorrow we shall die - but this is sensuality's cowardly lust for life, that contemptible order of things where one lives in order to eat and drink instead of eating and drinking in order to live.

There are men who are wanting in the comparative, they as a rule are the most interesting.

The person who praises God is on the tracks of justice.

The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.

What our age lacks is not reflection, but passion.