I can be thrown by the wayside, but I’m looking at the stars.
The higher you ascend, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. But most of all they hate those who fly.
Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: “Die at the right time!”
It is our needs that interpret the world; our drives and their For and Against. Every drive is a kind of lust to rule; each one has its perspective that it would like to compel all other drives to accept as a norm.
There is such a thing as a hatred of lies and dissimulation, which is the outcome of a delicate sense of humor; there is also the selfsame hatred but as the result of cowardice, in so far as falsehood is forbidden by Divine law. Too cowardly to lie.
Faith actually moves no mountains, but instead raises them up where there were none before.
Kindliness, friendliness, the courtesy of the heart, are ever-flowing streams of non egoistic impulses, and have given far more powerful assistance to culture than even those much more famous demonstrations which are called pity, mercy, and self-sacrifice.
Pity aims just as little at the pleasure of others as malice at the pain of others Per-Se.
The greatest events-they are not our loudest but our stillest hours.
Only you must have worthy foes hate, but not enemies worthy of contempt. You must be proud of your enemy.
The noble caste was in the beginning always the barbarian caste: their superiority lay, not in their physical strength, but primarily in their psychical – they were more complete human beings...
If you are considering marriage, ask yourself one question: Will I still enjoy talking with her when I’m old?
I am opposed to socialism because it dreams ingenuously of good, truth, beauty, and equal rights.
I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren’t even superficial.
Be careful who you choose as your enemy because that’s who you become most like.
Man’s task is simple. He should cease letting his existence be a thoughtless accident.
An attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life.
The world is a work of art that gives birth to itself.
I am almost equal to a shadow.
Only where there are graves are there resurrections.