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

Ye shall only have foes to be hated; but not foes to be despised: ye must be proud of your foes.

Then is what you see through this window onto the world so lovely that you have no desire whatsoever to look out through any other window, and that you even make an attempt to prevent others from doing so?

The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!

We attack not only to hurt someone, to defeat him, but perhaps also simply to become conscious of our own strength.

What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering

We ought to learn from the kine one thing: ruminating.