Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we percieve that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

There is such a thing as a hatred of lies and dissimulation, which is the outcome of a delicate sense of humor; there is also the selfsame hatred but as the result of cowardice, in so far as falsehood is forbidden by Divine law. Too cowardly to lie.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?

Whoever writes in blood and aphorisms wants not to be learned but to be learned by heart.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.