Phlegmatic natures can be inspired to enthusiasm only by being made into fanatics.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

Why couldn't the world that concerns us- be a fiction? And if somebody asked, 'but to be a fiction there surely belongs an author?'- couldn't one answer simply: 'Why? Doesn't this "belongs" perhaps belong to the fiction, too?'

Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend's emancipator.

To become wise you have to want to experience certain experiences, and so to run into their open jaws. This is very dangerous, tobe sure; many a "wise man" has been eaten up in doing so.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

Exhaustion is the shortest way to equality and fraternity.