What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives acts and experiences otherwise than we do?

Where I found the living, there I found the will to power; even in the will of servants I found the will to be master.

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

If you buy the why, the how is infinitely bearable

Socrates and Plato are right: whatever man does he always does well, that is, he does that which seems to him good (useful) according to the degree of his intellect, the particular standard of his reasonableness.

My formula for happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.