Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

One hears but one does not seek; one takes -- one does not ask who gives; a thought flashes up like lightning, it comes of necessity and unfalteringly formed.

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!

A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.

Man Is Something That Must Be Overcome

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