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

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

Something might be true while being harmful and dangerous in the highest degree. Indeed, it might be a basic characteristic of existence that those who know it completely would perish, in which case the strength of a spirit should be measured according to how much of the 'truth' one could still barely endure- or to put it more clearly, to what degree one would require it to be thinned down, shrouded, sweetened, blunted, falsified.

It is only possible through the fact that sympathy for the general life and suffering of mankind is very weakly developed in the individual.

He who speaks a bit of a foreign language has more delight in it than he who speaks it well; pleasure goes along with superficial knowledge.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.

I do not mean to moralise but to those who do, I would give this advice : if you mean ultimately to deprive the best things and states of all all honour and worth then continue to talk about them as you have been doing!