He who lives as children live - who does not struggle for his bread and does not believe that his actions possess any ultimate significance - remains childlike.

Virtues are dangerous as vices insofar as they are allowed to rule over one as authorities and not as qualities one develops oneself.

The sensible author writes for no other posterity than his own--that is, for his age--so as to be able even then to take pleasurein himself.

And so do you suppose it must be a piece-work because it has been given to you (and could only be given to you) in pieces?

Nobody is more inferior than those who insist on being equal.

To have to fight the instincts - that is the definition of decadence: as long as life is ascending, happiness equals instinct.

I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.