"Belief in the truth commences with the doubting of all those "truths" we once believed."

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.

Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.

Little prigs and three-quarter madmen may have the conceit that the laws of nature are constantly broken for their sakes.

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.

You are treading the path to your greatness: no one shall follow you here! Your passage has effaced the path behind you, and above that path stands written: Impossibility.

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.