By losing your goal, You have lost your way.

A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.

A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.

God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we - we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.