On every parable you ride to every truth.

A small revenge is more human than no revenge at all.

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

I am the leading strings of the ego and the prompter of its concepts.

I understand by 'freedom of spirit' something quite definite - the unconditional will to say No, where it is dangerous to say No.

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

One receives as reward for much ennui, despondency, boredom -such as a solitude without friends, books, duties, passions must bring with it -those quarter-hours of profoundest contemplation within oneself and nature. He who completely entrenches himself against boredom also entrenches himself against himself: he will never get to drink the strongest refreshing draught from his own innermost fountain.