We grow hostile to many an artist or writer, not because we finally come to see he has deceived us, but because he thought no subtler means were required to ensnare us.

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.

His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.

Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.

Was that life? Well then, once more!