Life is that which must overcome itself again and again

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.

If we lacked curiosity, we should do less for the good of our neighbor. But, under the name of duty or pity, curiosity steals into the home of the unhappy and the needy. Perhaps even in the famous mother-love there is a good deal of curiosity.

There is an old illusion. It is called good and evil.

Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!

Christianity is Platonism for the people.