He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

Mathematics is merely the means to a general and ultimate knowledge of man.

Error has made man so deep, sensitive, and inventive that he has put forth such blossoms as religions and arts. Pure knowledge could not have been capable of it.

We seldom break our leg so long as life continues a toilsome upward climb. The danger comes when we begin to take things easily and choose the convenient paths.

We have art so that we shall not die of reality.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

By losing your goal, You have lost your way.