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. . . .

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.

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

Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we kill. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!

And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to be with a woman.
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! If their filth hath spirit in it!

I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his ''divine service.''