We Love Life, Not Because We Are

When An Idea Is Just Rising On The Horizon, The Soul's Temperature With Respect To It Is Usually Very Cold. Only Gradually Does The Idea Develop Its Warmth, And It Is Hottest (which Is To Say, Exerting Its Greatest Influence) When Belief In The Idea Is Already Once Again In Decline.

He Who Has A Why To Live Can Bear Almost Any How.

Weariness That Wants To Reach The Ultimate With One Leap, With One Fatal Leap, A Poor Ignorant Weariness That Does Not Want To Want Any More: This Created All Gods And Afterworlds.

At Times One Remains Faithful To A Cause Only Because Its Opponents Do Not Cease To Be Insipid.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.