Women want to serve, and this is where their happiness lies: but the free spirit does not want to be served, and this is where hishappiness lies.

Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.

Intoxicating joy is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, did the world once seem to me.

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

My humanity is a constant self-overcoming.