[Heraclitus speaks as if] in entrancement ... but [also] truthfully.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects . . .

A heart full of courage and cheerfulness needs a little danger from time to time, or the world gets unbearable.

The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.