They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Even the bravest only rarely have courage for what they really know.

Error has made man so deep, sensitive, and inventive that he has put forth such blossoms as religions and arts. Pure knowledge could not have been capable of it.

We must take precautions against being prematurely honed sharp--since at the same time we are being prematurely honed thin.

I live in my own place - have never copied anyone even half, and at any master who lacks the grace - to laugh at himself - I laugh.

That is the most extreme form of nihilism: nothingness (the "meaningless") eternally!