Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.

Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.

Nature has neither kernel Nor shell

Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

Every man bears something within him that, if it were publicly announced, would excite feelings of aversion.