The Greatest Events-they Are Not

With Regard To Philosophical Metaphysics, I Always See Increasing Numbers Who Have Attained To The Negative Goal, But As Yet Few Who Climb A Few Rungs Backwards; One Ought To Look Out, Perhaps, Over The Last Steps Of The Ladder, But Not Try To Stand Upon Them.

Instinct. When The House Burns One Forgets Even Lunch. Yes, But One Eats It Later In The Ashes.

It Is Difficult To Live Among People Because Silence Is So Difficult.

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief

From People Who Merely Pray We Must Become People Who Bless.