There is a stupid humility that is quite common and when a person is afflicted with it, he is once and for all disqualified for being a disciple of knowledge.

"State," I call it, where they all drink poison, the good and the wicked; "state," where they all lose themselves, the good and the wicked; "state," where they all call their slow suicide-"life."

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.

As long as you still experience the stars as something "above you", you lack the eye of knowledge.

The most unambiguous sign that a person holds men in low esteem is this, that he either acknowledges them merely as means to his ends or does not acknowledge them at all.

And nobody lies as much as the indignant do.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.