The Truth Is Not A Crystal That

Stupidity Is Active In Every Direction, And Can Dress Up In All The Clothes Of Truth. Truth, On The Other Hand, Has For Every Occasion Only One Dress And One Path, And Is Always At A Disadvantage.

A Man Who Wants The Truth Becomes A Scientist; A Man Who Wants To Give Free Play To His Subjectivity May Become A Writer; But What Should A Man Do Who Wants Something In Between?

It Is, All In All, A Historic Error To Believe That The Master Makes The School; The Students Make It!

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.

We Do Not Have Too Much Intellect And Too Little Soul, But Too Little Intellect In Matters Of The Soul.