One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself

Impoliteness Is Frequently The Sign Of An Awkward Modesty That Loses Its Head When Surprised And Hopes To Conceal This With Rudeness.

I Am Driven Out Of Fatherlands And Motherlands. Thus I Now Love Only My Children's Land, Yet Undiscovered, In The Farthest Sea; For This I Bid My Sails Search And Search.

Life Is Fountain Of Joy; But Where The Rabble Also Gather To Drink, All Wells Are Poisoned.

To Become Wise You Have To Want To Experience Certain Experiences, And So To Run Into Their Open Jaws. This Is Very Dangerous, Tobe Sure; Many A "wise Man" Has Been Eaten Up In Doing So.

What Is It That Endowed Things With Meaning, Value, Significance? The Creating Heart, Which Desired, And, Out Of Its Desire, Created. It Created Joy And Woe. It Wanted To Satiate Itself With Woe. We Must Take All The Suffering That Has Been Endured By Men And Animals Upon Ourselves And Affirm It, And Possess A Goal In Which It Acquires Reason.