Desire is happiness: satisfaction as happiness is merely the ultimate moment of desire. To be wish and wish alone is happiness, and a new wish over and over again.

But every soil becomes finally exhausted, and the ploughshare of evil must always come once more.

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend's emancipator.

How did reason come into the world? As is fitting, in an irrational manner, by accident. One will have to guess at it as at a riddle.

Whoever knows he is deep tries to be clear, but whoever wants to seem deep to the crowd tries to be obscure. For the crowd supposes that anything it cannot see to the bottom must be deep: it is so timid and goes so unwillingly into the water.

The pure soul is a pure lie.