Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

The great epochs of our life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us.

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

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.

When we think of all the things we want to do with our other half the answer should be simple; we should want to do absolutely everything with them. We should want to experience everything, feel everything, see everything with no one but them by our sides. When we look back on our lives it's not the things we did do with them that we'll regret, it's the things we didn't do.

Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.

There is no pre-established harmony between the furtherance of truth and the well-being of mankind.