Every word has its fragrance: there is a harmony and a disharmony of fragrances, and hence of words.
'God himself cannot exist without wise men' - Luther said, and was right. But 'God can exist even less without unwise men' - that good old Luther did not say.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
I looked for great men, but all I found were the apes of their ideals.
Wherever I found a living creature, there I found the will to power.
Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.