Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life!

I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.

The courage of all one really knows comes but late in life.

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.