What Is Evil?-whatever Springs From Weakness.

People Who Wish To Numb Our Caution In Dealing With Them By Means Of Flattery Are Employing A Dangerous Expedient, Like A Sleeping Draught, Which, If It Does Not Put Us To Sleep, Keeps Us All The More Awake.

Whoever Writes In Blood And Aphorisms Wants Not To Be Learned But To Be Learned By Heart.

Let Old Ones Go. Dont Be A Memory-monger! Once You Were Young──now You Are Even Younger.

One Is Not Converted To Christianity; One Must Be Morbid Enough For It.

The Empty, The One, The Unmoved, The Full, Satiation, Wanting Nothing--that Would Be My Evil: In Short, Dreamless Sleep.