Against Boredom The Gods Themselves Fight In

There Is A Lake That One Day Refused To Flow Away And Threw Up A Dam At The Place Where It Had Before Flowed Out And Since Then This Lake Has Always Risen Higher And Higher. Perhaps The Very Act Of Renunciation Provides Us With The Strength To Bear It ; Perhaps Man Will Rise Ever Higher And Higher When He No Longer Flows Out Into A God.

Sleep Is No Mean Art.

From Whatever You Wish To Know And Measure You Must Take Your Leave, At Least For A Time. Only When You Have Left The Town Can Yousee How High Its Towers Rise Above The Houses.

Systems Of Morals Are Only A Sign-language Of The Emotions.

Liberalism Is The Transformation Of Mankind Into Cattle.