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

It is absolutely impossible for a subject to see or have insight into something while leaving itself out of the picture, so impossible that knowing and being are the most opposite of all spheres.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

At times, our strengths propel us so far forward we can no longer endure our weaknesses and perish from them.

Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.

If God had wanted to become an object of love, he would first of all have had to forgo judging and justice : a judge, and even a gracious judge, is no object of love.

Only strong personalities can endure history, the weak are extinguished by it.