Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.

What makes one heroic? - Going out to meet at the same time one's highest suffering and one's highest hope.

The disgust with dirt can be so great that it keeps us from cleaning ourselves--from "justifying" ourselves.

The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.

Forgetting: that is a divine capacity. And whoever aspires to the heights and wants to fly must cast off much that is heavy and make himself light--I call it a divine capacity for lightness.

There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.

Whoever gives advice to the sick gains a sense of superiority over them, no matter whether his advice is accepted or rejected. That is why sick people who are sensitive and proud hate their advisors even more than their illnesses.