I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

[Heraclitus] concluded that coming-to-be itself could not be anything evil or unjust.

What is done out of love always occurs beyond good and evil.

What do you believe in?--In this, that the weights of all things must be determined anew.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

Whoever writes in blood and aphorisms wants not to be learned but to be learned by heart.