We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

What destroys a man more quickly than to work, think and feel without inner necessity, without any deep personal desire, without pleasure - as a mere automaton of duty?

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

Truth as Circe. - Error has transformed animals into men; is truth perhaps capable of changing man back into an animal?

Praise is more obtrusive than a reproach.