What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.

There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

In the end one only experiences oneself.

Only individuals have a sense of responsibility.

What is originality? To see something that has no name as yet and hence cannot be mentioned although it stares us all in the face. The way men usually are, it takes a name to make something visible for them.

The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.