Every step forward is made at the cost of mental and physical pain to someone.

We are all afraid of the truth.

What good is all this free-thinking, modernity, and turncoat flexibility if at some gut level you are still a Christian, a Catholic, and even a priest!

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?