Against Boredom The Gods Themselves

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.

He Who Despises Himself Esteems Himself As A Self-despiser.

The Voice Of Beauty Speaks Softly; It Creeps Only Into The Most Fully Awakened Souls

Science ... Has No Consideration For Ultimate Purposes, Any More Than Nature Has, But Just As The Latter Occasionally Achieves Things Of The Greatest Suitableness Without Intending To Do So, So Also True Science, As The Imitator Of Nature In Ideas, Will Occasionally And In Many Ways Further The Usefulness And Welfare Of Man,-but Also Without Intending To Do So.

Everything Is The Same, Nothing Is Worthwhile, The World Is Senseless, Knowledge Strangles.