In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

Faith, Indeed, Has Up To The Present Not Been Able To Move Real Mountains, Although I Do Not Know Who Assumed That It Could. But It Can Put Mountains Where There Are None.

We Think That Play And Fairytales Belong To Childhood - How Shortsighted That Is! As Though We Would Want At Any Time In Our Life To Live Without Play And Fairytales! We Give These Things Other Names, To Be Sure, And Feel Differently About Them, But Precisely This Is The Evidence That They Are The Same Things, For The Child Too Regards Play As His Work And Fairy Tales As His Truth. The Brevity Of Life Ought To Preserve Us From A Pedantic Division Of Life Into Different Stages - As Though Each Brought Something New.

Reality Is Captured In The Categorical Nets Of Language Only At The Expense Of Fatal Distortion.

Physician, Help Yourself: Thus Help Your Patient Too. Let This Be His Best Help: That He May Behold With His Eyes The Man Who Heals Himself.

It Quite Often Happens That The Old Man Is Subject To The Delusion Of A Great Moral Renewal And Rebirth, And From This Experience He Passes Judgments On The Work And Course Of His Life, As If He Had Only Now Become Clear-sighted; And Yet The Inspiration Behind This Feeling Of Well-being And These Confident Judgements Is Not Wisdom, But Weariness .