Pity Is Extolled As The Virtue Of

He Who Has A Why To Live Can Bear Almost Any How.

There Is A Lake That One Day Refused To Flow Away And Threw Up A Dam At The Place Where It Had Before Flowed Out And Since Then This Lake Has Always Risen Higher And Higher. Perhaps The Very Act Of Renunciation Provides Us With The Strength To Bear It ; Perhaps Man Will Rise Ever Higher And Higher When He No Longer Flows Out Into A God.

It Is Not The Strengths, But The Durations Of Great Sentiments That Make Great Men.

One Should Adpot Only Those Situations In Which One Is In No Need Of Sham Virtues, But Rather, Like The Tight-rope Dancer On His Tight Rope, In Which One Must Either Fall Or Stand--or Escape.

Truth Is The Kind Of Error Without Which A Certain Species Of Life Could Not Live. The Value For Life Is Ultimately Decisive.