My Time Has Not Yet Come Either;

A Man Who Possesses Genius Is Insufferable Unless He Also Possesses At Least Two Other Things: Gratitude And Cleanliness.

Since Copernicus, Man Seems To Have Got Himself On An Inclined Plane-now He Is Slipping Faster And Faster Away From The Center Into-what? Into Nothingness? Into A 'penetrating Sense Of His Nothingness?' ... All Science, Natural As Well As Unnatural-which Is What I Call The Self-critique Of Knowledge-has At Present The Object Of Dissuading Man From His Former Respect For Himself, As If This Had Been But A Piece Of Bizarre Conceit.

But Say, My Brothers, What Can The Child Do That Even The Lion Could Not Do? Why Must The Preying Lion Still Become A Child? The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Sacred 'yes.' For The Game Of Creation, My Brothers, A Sacred 'yes' Is Needed: The Spirit Now Wills His Own Will, And He Who Had Been Lost To The World Now Conquers His Own World.

Mathematics Is Merely The Means To A General And Ultimate Knowledge Of Man.

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.