It says nothing against the ripeness of a spirit that it has a few worms.

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

We, the generous and rich in spirit, who stand at the sides of the streets like open fountains and would hinder no one drinking from us. . . .

The degree and kind of a man's sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering.