If You Have Hitherto Believed That Life

When You Look Into An Abyss, The Abyss Also Looks Into You.

One Sticks To An Opinion Because He Prides Himself On Having Come To It On His Own, And Another Because He Has Taken Great Pains To Learn It And Is Proud To Have Grasped It: And So Both Do So Out Of Vanity.

Every Church Is A Stone On The Grave Of A God-man: It Does Not Want Him To Rise Up Again Under Any Circumstances.

A Woman's Pity, Which Is Talkative, Carries The Sick Person's Bed To The Public Marketplace.

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.