A Man Who Possesses Genius Is Insufferable

A Soul Which Knows That It Is Loved, But Does Not Itself Love, Betrays Its Sediment: Its Dregs Come Up.

Does Not The Discipline Of The Scientific Spirit Just Commence When One No Longer Harbours Any Conviction?

The Great Man... Is Colder, Harder, Less Hesitating, And Without Fear Of 'opinion'; He Lacks The Virtues That Accompany Respect And 'respectability,' And Altogether Everything That Is The 'virtue Of The Herd.' If He Cannot Lead, He Goes Alone... He Knows He Is Incommunicable: He Finds It Tasteless To Be Familiar... When Not Speaking To Himself, He Wears A Mask. There Is A Solitude Within Him That Is Inaccessible To Praise Or Blame.

Enduring Habits I Hate.... Yes, At The Very Bottom Of My Soul I Feel Grateful To All My Misery And Bouts Of Sickness And Everything About Me That Is Imperfect, Because This Sort Of Thing Leaves Me With A Hundred Backdoors Through Which I Can Escape From Enduring Habits.

Conversation With A Friend Will Only Bear Good Fruit Of Knowledge When Both Think Only Of The Matter Under Consideration And Forget That They Are Friends.