No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

Buddha says: "Do not flatter your benefactor!". Let one repeat this saying in a Christian church : it immediately purifies the air of everything Christian.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

What doesn't kill you make you stronger.

This is one of the stout-hearted old warriors: he is angry with civilization because he supposes that its aim is to make all goodthings--honors, treasures, beautiful women--accessible even to cowards.

Rather perish than hate and fear, and twice rather perish than make oneself hated and feared — this must some day become the highest maxim for every single commonwealth.