When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life, and it is only fair that one has to pay dearly for having assaulted men and things in this manner with Yes and No.
When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.
Whatever has value in our world now does not have value in itself, according to its nature —nature is always value-less, but has been given value at some time, as a present—and it was we who gave and bestowed it.
When virtue has slept, it will arise again all the fresher.
When you know why you will overcome any how.
When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.
When the centre of gravity of life is placed, not in life itself, but in the beyond—in nothingness—then one has taken away its centre of gravity altogether.