This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

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?

Only as an aesthetic product can the world be justified to all eternity.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

Along the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every vocation is chosen and entered upon as a means to a purpose but is ultimately continued as a final purpose in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent stupidity in which we indulge ourselves.

Books and drafts mean something quite different for different thinkers. One collects in a book the lights he was able to steal and carry home swiftly out of the rays of some insight that suddenly dawned on him, while another thinker offers us nothing but shadows - images in black and grey of what had built up in his soul the day before.

He who cannot command himself should obey. And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they can obey themselves.