I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

The view that honesty is something, and even a virtue, belongs, it is true, to those private opinions which are forbidden in this age of public opinions.

We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.

Fall down seven times, stand up eight. - Chinese proverbWithout music, life would be a mistake.

To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.

In laughter all that is evil comes together, but is pronounced holy and absolved by its own bliss.

The English are the people of consummate cant.