To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.

One must have all the virtues to sleep well. Shall I bear false witness? Shall I commit adultery? Shall I covet my neighbor's maid? All that would go ill with good sleep.

Every word instantly becomes a concept precisely insofar as it is not supposed to serve as a reminder of the unique and entirely individual original experience to which it owes its origin; but rather, a word becomes a concept insofar as it simultaneously has to fit countless more or less similar cases -- which means, purely and simply, cases which are never equal and thus altogether unequal.

Experience, as a desire for experience, does not come off. We must not study ourselves while having an experience.

It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right --especially when one is right.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?

What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.