When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life.
I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.
Ultimately one loves one's desires and not that which is desired.
A lack of the historical sense is the hereditary fault of all philosophers.
And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.