Ten times must you laugh during the day, and be cheerful; otherwise your stomach, the father of affliction, will disturb you in the night.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.

This is one of the stout-hearted old warriors: he is angry with civilization because he supposes that its aim is to make all goodthings--honors, treasures, beautiful women--accessible even to cowards.

One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.

You must await your thirst and allow it to become complete: otherwise you will never discover your spring, which can never be anyone else's!

All modern philosophizing is political, policed by governments, churches, academics, custom, fashion, and human cowardice, all off which limit it to a fake learnedness.