The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, ‘Let no one be called happy till his death;’ to which I would add, ‘Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.’
If all mankind minus one were of one opinion, mankind would be no more justified in silencing that one person than he, if he had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only.
But the child’s sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
The man is distinguished from the youth by the fact that he takes the world as it is, instead of everywhere fancying it amiss and wanting to improve it, i.e. model it after his ideal; in him the view that one must deal with the world according to his interest, not according to his ideals, becomes confirmed.
Popular opinions, on subjects not palpable to sense, are often true, but seldom or never the whole truth.
He said true things, but called them by wrong names.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
The divine is God’s concern; the human, man’s. My concern is neither the divine nor the human, not the true, good, just, free, etc., but solely what is ‘mine,’ and it is not a general one, but is – ‘unique,’ as I am unique. Nothing is more to me than myself!