How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!

Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.

There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.