Whoever Has Not Two-thirds Of His Time

We Should Turn Our Death Into A Celebration, Even If Only Out Of A Malice Towards Life: Towards The Woman Who Wants To Leave--us!

Because We Have For Millenia Made Moral, Aesthetic, Religious Demands On The World, Looked Upon It With Blind Desire, Passion Or Fear, And Abandoned Ourselves To The Bad Habits Of Illogical Thinking, This World Has Gradually Become So Marvelously Variegated, Frightful, Meaningful, Soulful, It Has Acquired Color - But We Have Been The Colorists: It Is The Human Intellect That Has Made Appearances Appear And Transported Its Erroneous Basic Conceptions Into Things.

It Is The Privilege Of Greatness To Confer Intense Happiness With Insignificant Gifts.

What The Philosopher Is Seeking Is Not Truth, But Rather The Metamorphosis Of The World Into Man.

In Affability There Is No Hatred Of Men, But For That Very Reason There Is All Too Much Contempt For Men.