Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

One should not be deceived: great spirits are skeptics ... Strength, FREEDOM which is born of the strength and overstrength of the spirit, proves itself by skepticism. Men of conviction are not worthy of the least consideration in fundamental questions of value and disvalue. Convictions are prisons.

[Heraclitus had] the highest form of pride [stemming] from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone. He brings this form, by its excessive development, into a sublime pathos by involuntary identification of himself with his truth.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.