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

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

[Heraclitus had] the highest form of pride [stemming] from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone. He brings this form, by its excessive development, into a sublime pathos by involuntary identification of himself with his truth.

All sciences are now under the obligation to prepare the ground for the future task of the philosopher, which is to solve the problem of value, to determine the true hierarchy of values.

Every past is worth condemning.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.