Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In

The Hour-hand Of Life.

Deception, Flattering, Lying, Deluding, Talking Behind The Back, Putting Up A False Front, Living In Borrowed Splendor, Wearing A Mask, Hiding Behind Convention, Playing A Role For Others And For Oneself -- In Short, A Continuous Fluttering Around The Solitary Flame Of Vanity -- Is So Much The Rule And The Law Among Men That There Is Almost Nothing Which Is Less Comprehensible Than How An Honest And Pure Drive For Truth Could Have Arisen Among Them.

Every Extension Of Knowledge Arises From Making The Conscious The Unconscious.

Antithesis Is The Narrow Gateway Through Which Error Most Prefers To Worm Its Way Towards Truth.

For One Thing Is Needful: That A Human Being Should Attain Satisfaction With Himself, Whether It Be By Means Of This Or That Poetry Or Art; Only Then Is A Human Being At All Tolerable To Behold. Whoever Is Dissatisfied With Himself Is Constantly Ready For Revenge, And We Others Will Be His Victims, If Only By Having To Endure His Ugly Sight.