Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
Friedrich NietzscheOur destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today
Friedrich NietzscheThe form of a work of art, which gives speech to their thoughts and is, therefore, their mode of talking, is always somewhat uncertain, like all kinds of speech.
Friedrich NietzscheThis mother needs happy, reputable children, and that one needs unhappy ones: otherwise she cannot show her kindness as a mother.
Friedrich Nietzsche