There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait that under the pillow of his death-bed there was found no 'Bible,' nor anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, or Platonic - but a book of Aristophanes. How could even Plato have endured life - a Greek life which he repudiated - without an Aristophanes!

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.

In the mountains, the shortest way is from peak to peak: but for that you must have long legs

Man is something that is to be surpassed.

Desire is happiness: satisfaction as happiness is merely the ultimate moment of desire. To be wish and wish alone is happiness, and a new wish over and over again.

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

The living is a species of the dead; and not a very attractive one.