Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.

Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.