But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!

Here one must think profoundly to the very basis and resist all sentimental weakness: life itself is essentially appropriation, injury, conquest of the strange and weak, suppression, severity, obtrusion of peculiar forms, incorporation, and at the least, putting it mildest, exploitation - but why should one for ever use precisely these words on which for ages a disparaging purpose has been stamped?

They're so cold, these scholars! May lightning strike their food so that their mouths learn how to eat fire!

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

A physician who treated me as a nervous case for a while said in the end "No! It is not a matter of your nerves; it is I who am nervous".

No one is such a liar as the indignant man.

Be careful who you choose as your enemy because that's who you become most like.