“There are true cripples when it comes to truthfulness.

These are the scholars, who on the one hand hate the intentional lie, that is to say, who do not like to lie and who also get very angry about lies of others, but who, on the other hand, tolerate calmly unintentional lies, so-called ‘white lies’.
These scholars also do not become angry when they are convicted of ignorance – they then just simply pretend, after all, one could not know everything, and then role contentedly like pigs in their stupidity and ignorance.”

“The bread-scholar makes a fence against all his neighbors, whom he begrudges jealously light and sun, and full of worry he guards the dilapidated barrier, which protects him only weakly against triumphing reason …

What greater does man have to give to man than truth?

... who only starts moving the powers of his mind, in order to improve his sensual condition and to satisfy a small-minded thirst for glory, such a person, when starting his academic career, will have no more important work to do, than to separate with utmost care the sciences, which he calls bread-studies, from all other studies, which only enjoy the mind as mind. All the time, which he would devote to these latter, he would believe to take away from his future profession and would never forgive himself this robbery.

All his hard work he will align according to the demands, which his future master of his destiny will ask him for, and once he has made himself capable of not having to fear this authority, then he thinks to have done everything.

... his greatest care is now, to put the accumulated memory treasures on display and to definitely prevent, that they do not decrease in their value.
Every expansion of his bread-science makes him concerned, for it sends him new work or turns the previous work useless; every important innovation startles him, for it breaks the old form of the teaching, which he has made a habit of so arduously, it puts him into the danger of loosing the entire work of his previous life.
Who has shouted out aloud more on reformers than the crowd of bread-scholars?
Who holds up more the progress of useful revolutions in the realm of knowledge, than just those?
Any light lit by a lucky genius, in whatever science it may be, makes their meagerness visible; they fight with bitterness, with treachery, with despair, for while protecting their school system they fight for their whole existence at the same time.
Therefore no enemy more irreconcilable, no helping colleague more jealous, no one more willing to make heretics as the bread-scholar.

The lesser his knowledge awards him by itself, the greater reward he demands from outside; for the merit of those who work by hand and by mind he has only one measure, the effort.

Therefore you hear no one more complaining about ingratitude than the bread-scholar; not in his mind-treasures he looks for his merit, his merit he expects from foreign recognition, from honorable positions, from supply.

If he fails in this, who is more unhappy than the bread-scholar? He has lived in vain, risked in vain, worked in vain; in vain he has looked for truth, as long as truth for him does not transform itself into gold, into praise of the press, into favor of the rulers …

To every merit a path to immortality is opened, to the true immortality, I mean, where the deed lives and hurries further, even if the name of its author may fall behind it.

That opinion is victorious, which has to offer to the understanding the greater satisfaction and to the heart the greater bliss …

Lamentable man, who with the most noble tool of all, with science and art, does not want and achieve anything higher, than the day laborer with the worst! Who in the realm of most perfect freedom carries within him the soul of a slave!”