There is no more dreary or more repulsive creature than the man who has evaded his genius.

What makes one heroic? - Going out to meet at the same time one's highest suffering and one's highest hope.

if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.

Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.

Strong hope is a much greater stimulant of life than any single realised joy could be.

Improvements are invented only by those who can feel that something is not good.

All isolation is wrong so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.