Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own down-going.

How far is truth susceptible of embodiment? That is the question, that is the experiment.

We should conserve evil just as we should conserve the forests. It is true that by thinning and clearing the forests the earth grew warmer.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.