Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.

The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought.

A man who wills commands something within himself that renders obedience, or that he believes renders obedience.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?