We should turn our death into a celebration, even if only out of a malice towards life: towards the woman who wants to leave--us!

One hears but one does not seek; one takes -- one does not ask who gives; a thought flashes up like lightning, it comes of necessity and unfalteringly formed.

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.

The best of all things is something entirely outside your grasp: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second-best thing for you - is to die soon.

What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger