War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.
Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere.
One must die to life in order to be utterly a creator.
I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally.
What we call National-Socialism is the poisonous perversion of ideas which have a long history in German intellectual life.