“One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.”
“One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive.”
“When one has much to put in them, a day has a thousand pockets.”
“And must I not conceal myself like one who has swallowed gold- lest my soul should be ripped up?”
“How good music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy.”
“One has to know the size of one's stomach.”