Human, All Too Human.

The Most Instructive Experiences Are Those Of Everyday Life.

Such Men Alone Are My Readers, My Proper Readers, My Preordained Readers. Of What Account Are The Rest? The Rest Are Simply... Humanity. One Must Be Superior To Humanity In Power, In Loftiness Of Soul- In Contempt.

Never To Read Another Book That Was Born And Baptized (with Ink) At The Same Time.

The Refinement Of Morality Increases Together With The Refinement Of Fear. Today The Fear Of Disagreeable Feelings In Other People Is Almost The Strongest Of Our Own Disagreeable Feelings.

In The End We Love Our Desire And Not What It Is That We Desire.