Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

What a person is begins to betray itself when his talent weakens--when he stops showing what he can do. Talent, too, is ornamentation, and ornamentation, too, is a hiding place.

Nothing is more pathological in our pathological modernity than this disease of Christian pity.

The Germans are incapable of any conception of greatness: proof Schumann.

What if God were not exactly truth, and if this could be proved? And if he were instead the vanity, the desire for power, the ambitions, the fear, and the enraptured and terrified folly of mankind?

It is within your power to see that all you have experienced, trials, errors, faults, deceptions, passions, your love and your hope, shall be merged wholly in your aim.