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

Body am I entirely, and nothing else; and soul is only a word for something about the body.

And like a wind shall I one day blow amongst them and with my spirit take away their soul's breath: thus my future wills it.

The job of rearing a child consists of making conscious activities unconscious.

[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.

But not to perish from internal distress and doubt when one inflicts great suffering and hears the cry of suffering : that is great, that belongs to greatness.

You want to make him interested in you? Then pretend to be embarrassed in his presence-