What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.

There is such a thing as a hatred of lies and dissimulation, which is the outcome of a delicate sense of humor; there is also the selfsame hatred but as the result of cowardice, in so far as falsehood is forbidden by Divine law. Too cowardly to lie.

All parties attempt to represent important things that have developed outside themselves as unimportant, and where they fail in this they assail those things all the more bitterly the more admirable they are.

Improvements are invented only by those who can feel that something is not good.

What really makes one indignant about suffering isn't the thing itself but the senselessness of it.

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.