What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

Sleep is no mean art.

Whoever thinks much and to good purpose easily forgets his own experiences, but not the thoughts which these experiences have called forth.

Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!

For it is only as an aesthetic phenomenon that existence and the world are eternally justified.

Mankind must work continually to produce individual great human beings - this and nothing else is the task... for the question is this : How can your life, the individual life, retain the highest value, the deepest significance? Only by living for the good of the rarest and most valuable specimens.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?