The Bite Of Conscience Is Indecent.

Whoever Has Not Two-thirds Of His Time To Himself, Is A Slave.

He Who Has Attained The Freedom Of Reason To Any Extent Cannot, For A Long Time, Regard Himself Otherwise Than As A Wanderer On The Face Of The Earth - And Not Even As A Traveler Towards A Final Goal, For There Is No Such Thing. But He Certainly Wants To Observe And Keep His Eyes Open To Whatever Actually Happens In The World; Therefore He Cannot Attach His Heart Too Firmly To Anything Individual; He Must Have In Himself Something Wandering That Takes Pleasure In Change And Transitoriness.

Everyone Thinks That The Principal Thing To The Tree Is The Fruit, But In Point Of Fact The Principal Thing To It Is The Seed.

Do Not Talk About Giftedness, Inborn Talents! One Can Assume Great Men Of All Kinds Who Were Very Little Gifted. They Acquired Greatness, Became “geniuses” (as We Put It), Through Qualities The Lack Of Which No One Who Knew What They Were Would Boast Of: They All Possessed That Seriousness Of The Efficient Workman Which First Learns To Construct The Parts Properly Before It Ventures To Fashion A Great Whole; They Allowed Themselves Time For It, Because They Took More Pleasure In Making The Little, Secondary Things Well Than In The Effect Of A Dazzling Whole.

Man Is Very Well Defended Against Himself... The Actual Fortress Is Inaccessible, Even Invisible To Him, Unless His Friends And Enemies Play The Traitor And Conduct Him In By A Secret Path.