Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.

Light for some time to come will have to be called darkness.

No man ever wrote more eloquently and luminously [than Heraclitus].

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

When man does not have firm, calm lines on the horizon of his life- mountain and forest lines, as it were- then a man's innermost will becomes agitated, preoccupied, and wistful.

You cannot learn to fly by flying. First you must learn to walk, to run, to climb, to dance.