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Love is not consolation. It is light.
What is the greatest experience you can have? It is the hour of the great contempt. The hour when your happiness, too, arouses your disgust, and even your reason and your virtue.
The hour when you say, 'What matters my happiness? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment. But my happiness ought to justify existence itself.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my reason? Does it crave knowledge as the lion his food? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my virtue? As yet it has not made me rage. How weary I am of my good and my evil! All that is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Unexplained, obscure matters are regarded as more important than explained, clear ones.
You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.
"At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance with such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time."
For believe me: the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and greatest enjoyment is - to live dangerously.
But now science, spurred on by its powerful delusion, hurtles inexorably towards its limits where the optimism hidden in the essence of logic founders. For the periphery of the circle of science has an infinite number of points and while there is no telling yet how the circle could ever be fully surveyed, the noble and gifted man, before he has reached the middle of his life, still inevitably encounters such peripheral limit points and finds himself staring into an impenetrable darkness. If he at that moment sees to his horror how in these limits logic coils around itself and finally bites its own tail - then the new form of knowledge breaks through, tragic knowledge, which in order to be tolerated, needs art as a protection and remedy.
Glance into the world just as though time were gone and everything crooked will become straight to you.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
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