Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it; it is the future that makes laws for our today.

The great man fights the elements in his time that hinder his own greatness, in other words his own freedom and sincerity.

Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.

In every ascetic morality man worships a part of himself as God and for that he needs to diabolize the other part.

The man who meets with a failure attributes this failure rather to the ill will of another than to fate.

He who humbles himself wants to be exalted.