Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake.

There Is Nothing That Has Caused Me To Meditate More On Plato's Secrecy And Sphinx-like Nature, Than The Happily Preserved Petit Fait That Under The Pillow Of His Death-bed There Was Found No 'bible,' Nor Anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, Or Platonic - But A Book Of Aristophanes. How Could Even Plato Have Endured Life - A Greek Life Which He Repudiated - Without An Aristophanes!

Let Us Guard Against Saying That There Are Laws In Nature. There Are Merely Necessities: There Is No One Who Commands, No One Whoobeys, No One Who Transgresses. Once You Understand That There Are No Purposes, Then You Also Understand That Nothing Is Accidental: For It Is Only In A World Of Purposes That The Word "accident" Makes Sense.

Only You Must Have Worthy Foes Hate, But Not Enemies Worthy Of Contempt. You Must Be Proud Of Your Enemy.

So Far No One Had Had Enough Courage And Intelligence To Reveal Me To My Dear Germans. My Problems Are New, My Psychological Horizon Frighteningly Comprehensive, My Language Bold And Clear; There May Well Be No Books Written In German Which Are Richer In Ideas And More Independent Than Mine.

What Is Originality? To See Something That Is As Yet Without A Name, That Is As Yet Impossible To Designate, Even Though It Staresus In The Face. The Way It Usually Is With People, It Is A Thing's Name That Makes It Perceptible To Them In The First Place.--for The Most Part, The Original Ones Have Also Been The Name-givers.