They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

The heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out.

What is it that you love in others?--My hopes.

Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.

Systems of morals are only a sign-language of the emotions.

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things:—then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love from henceforth!

Epicurus had rage and envy of Plato's superior style.