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.

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

Creating-that is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.

For our self respect depends upon our ability to make requital, for good or for evil.