I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

These Four, However, Seek The Freedom Of Their Will At The Very Point Where They Are Most Securely Chained. It Is As If The Silkworm Sought Freedom Of Will In Spinning. What Is The Reason?

Yet For All That, There Is Nothing In Me Of A Founder Of A Religion--religions Are Affairs Of The Rabble; I Find It Necessary To Wash My Hands After I Have Come Into Contact With Religious People.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

One Is Healthy When One Can Laugh At The Earnestness And Zeal With Which One Has Been Hypnotized By Any Single Detail Of One's Life.

Probability But No Truth, Facility But No Freedom--it Is Owing To These Two Fruits That The Tree Of Knowledge Cannot Be Confused With The Tree Of Life.