There is no knowledge of true being. The world is fundamentally in a state of becoming. |
There is no moral phenomena at all, only moral interpretation of phenomena |
There is no pre-established harmony between the furthering of truth and the well-being of humanity. |
There is not enough love and goodness in the world for us to be permitted to give any of it away to imaginary things. |
There is not enough religion in the world to destroy the world's religions |
There is nothing beyond this world. |
There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge. |
There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing. |
There would be more good marriages if the marriage partners didn't live together. |
These people abstain, it is true: but the bitch Sensuality glares enviously out of all they do. |
These small things -- nutrition, place, climate, recreation, the whole casuistry of selfishness -- are inconceivably more important than everything one has taken to be important so far. |
This has given me the greatest trouble and still does: to realize that what things are called is incomparably more important than what they are. The reputation, name, and appearance, the usual measure and weight of a thing, what it counts for -- originally almost always wrong and arbitrary, thrown over things like a dress and altogether foreign to their nature and even to their skin -- all this grows from generation unto generation, merely because people believe in it, until it gradually grows to be part of the thing and turns into its very body: what at first was appearance becomes in the end, almost invariably, the essence and is effective as such! |
This indictment of Christianity I will write on all walls, wherever there are walls - I have letters to make even the blind see |
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver. |
This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves. |