When asses are needed.- You will never get the crowd to cry Hosanna until you ride into town on an ass.

If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things:—then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love from henceforth!

It is however a disgrace to pray! Not for all, but for you, and me, and whoever has his a conscience.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

Contentment preserves one from catching cold. Has a woman who knew that she was well dressed ever caught a cold? No, not even when she had scarcely a rag on her back.