We think too fast, even while walking or on the way, or while engaged in other things, no matter how serious the subject.
We are always only in our own company.
What is love but understanding and rejoicing that another lives, works, and feels in a different and opposite way to ourselves? That love may be able to bridge over the contrasts by joys, we must not remove or deny those contrasts.
The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.
I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful.
Free from what? What does Zarathustra care! But brightly your eyes should signal to me: free for what? Can.