A thought comes when it will, not when I will.

One is necessary, one is a piece of fate, one belongs to the whole, one is the whole - there exists nothing which could judge, measure, compare, condemn our being, for that would be to judge, measure, compare, condemn the whole...But nothing exists apart from the whole!

Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.

The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.

Vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality.

Mastery has been achieved when one neither makes a mistake nor hesitates in the performance.