It is absolutely impossible for a subject to see or have insight into something while leaving itself out of the picture, so impossible that knowing and being are the most opposite of all spheres.

As soon as we climb higher than those who had at one time admired us, we appear to them as though we have sunken and fallen down:for, in any event, they had at one time supposed that they were with us (even if it were through us) on the heights.

In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

Everything matters. Nothing's important.

The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.

One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.

The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.