Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.
He does not wear a twitching, mobile, human face, but rather a mask, as it were, with its features in dignified equilibrium; he does not shout, nor does he even change his tone of voice. If a veritable storm-cloud empties itself on his head, he wraps himself in his cloak and slowly walks away from under it.
Democracy and free speech are not facets of one gem; democracy and free speech are eternal enemies.
This world, the eternally imperfect, an eternal contradiction's image and imperfect image—an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator:—thus did the world once seem to me.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
Valuing is creating: hear it, you creators! Valuing itself is the treasure and jewel of all valued things.