The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.

It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself.

The misunderstanding of passion and reason, as if the latter were an independent entity and not rather a system of relations between various passions and desires; and as if every passion did not possess its quantum of reason.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.

No power can be maintained when it is only represented by hypocrites.

Smooth iceis paradisefor those who dance with expertise.