Winter, A Bad Guest, Sitteth With Me

The Man Who Sees Little Always Sees Less Than There Is To See; The Man Who Hears Badly Always Hears Something More Than There Is To Hear.

The Philosopher Believes That The Value Of His Philosophy Lies In The Whole, In The Building: Posterity Discovers It In The Bricks With Which He Built And Which Are Then Often Used Again For Better Building: In The Fact, That Is To Say, That Building Can Be Destroyed And Nonetheless Possess Value As Material.

Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want The Overman To Live.

Life Is A Well Of Joy; But For Those Out Of Whom An Upset Stomach Speaks, Which Is The Father Of Melancholy, All Wells Are Poisoned.

It Is Not In How One Soul Approaches Another But In How It Withdraws That I Knowr Its Affinity And Solidarity With The Other.