There they laugh: they understand me not; I am not the mouth for these ears.
Is he a poet? Or a genuine one? An emancipator? Or a subjugator? A good one? Or an evil one?
Said ye ever Yea to one joy? O my friends, then said ye Yea also unto ALL woe. All things are enlinked, enlaced and enamoured.
This world, the eternally imperfect, an eternal contradiction's image and imperfect image—an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator:—thus did the world once seem to me.
دوست مي دارم آناني را كه براي فرو شدن و فرا شدن نخست فراپشت ستارگان از پي دليل نميگردند، بل خويش را فداي زمين ميكنند تا زمين روزي از آن ابر انسان شود
Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that GOD IS DEAD!
Όταν βαρέθηκα να ψάχνω,έμαθα να βρίσκω.
Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strange soundeth the precept: Die at the right time!
Wir haben den Begriff Zweck erfunden: in der Realität fehlt der Zweck... Man ist nothwendig, man ist ein Stück Verhängniss, man gehört zum Ganzen, man ist im Ganzen, - es giebt Nichts, was unser Sein...
Als 'ein Frevel, als ein Raub an der göttlichen Natur' erscheine hier die Aneignung des Feuers, der erste Schritt 'jeder aufsteigenden Kultur', und diesen 'arischen Mythus', der 'den heroischen Drang'...
Verily, too early died that Hebrew whom the preachers of slow death honour: and to many hath it proved a calamity that he died too early. As yet had he known only tears, and the melancholy of the He...