In those days it was possible for a Greek to flee from an over-abundant reality as though it were but the tricky scheming off the imagination-and to flee, not like Plato into the land of eternal ideas, into the workshop off the world-creator, feasting one's eyes on the unblemished unbreakable archetypes, but into the rigor mortis off the coldest emptiest concept off all, the concept of being.

An important species of pleasure, and therewith the source of morality, arises out of habit.

I have given a name to my pain, and call it "dog".

The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.

What is done out of love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Those you cannot teach to fly, teach to fall faster.

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.