Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

Whoever possesses the will to suffering within himself has a different attitude towards cruelty: he does not regard it as inherently harmful and bad.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

Ten truths must you find during the day; otherwise will you seek truth during the night, and your soul will have been hungry.

It's not the intensity of the man, but the duration of his intensity that makes the man great.

Has there ever been anything filthier on earth than the saints in the wilderness? Around them was not only the devil loose around them- but also the swine.

Nothing can be done about it: every master has but a single pupil--and he will not stay loyal to him--for he is also destined to become a master.