I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.

What is the seal of liberation? Not to be ashamed in front of oneself.

I should not believe in a God who does not dance.

In magnanimity there is the same amount of egoism as in revenge, but egoism of a different quality.

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.