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Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.



Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.


Man alone suffers so excruciatingly in the world that he was compelled to invent laughter.

Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory is too good.

Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.


Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.



Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

Not to he who is offensive to us are we most unfair, but to he who does not concern us at all.

Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.


One can promise actions, but not feelings, for the latter are involuntary. He who promises to love forever or hate forever or be forever faithful to someone is promising something that is not in his power.

One is healthy when one can laugh at the earnestness and zeal with which one has been hypnotized by any single detail of one's life.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

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