It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them
What does not kill me makes me stronger.
Perhaps I know why it is man alone who laughs He alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtue they hate the lonesome ones.
The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health everything unconditional belongs in pathology.
And as for our future, one will hardly find us again on the paths of those Egyptian youths who endanger temples by night, embrace statues, and want by all means to unveil, uncover, and put into a bright light whatever is kept concealed for good reasons. N
Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?
Un croquis vaut mieux qu???un long discours.Fr., A sketch is better than a long speech.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do????
The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he doesn't become a monster.
Out of life's school of war What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.
the doer is merely a fiction added to the deed the deed is everything.
You are rewarding a teacher poorly if you remain always a pupil.
It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.
There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.
Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence
Art is the proper task of life.
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication