But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Only you must have worthy foes hate, but not enemies worthy of contempt. You must be proud of your enemy.

Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death!

Emerson is a person who lives instinctively on ambrosia - and leaves everything indigestible on his plate.

How can anyone become a thinker unless he spends at least a third of every day away from passions, people, and books?

To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding; one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience; ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.

Christianity is a metaphysics of the hangman.