“Everyone lives by selling something.”

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.

To become what we are capable of becoming is the only end in life.

Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

Yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.

I never weary of great churches. It is my favorite kind of mountain scenery.

I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.

If your morals make you dreary, depend on it, they are wrong.

We have the real self and the false self, there’s nothing wrong with them, and everyone has both of them.

There’s something in everyone only they know.

I want my children to be able to live as everyone does now without the fear of getting on a bus and having it blow up.

I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

If you put into one room everyone who considered themselves a Nietzschean, there would be a bloodbath.

Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self

I am not like my image; I take my work so seriously. Everyone thinks I just bounce in, but I study and everything has to be just right.

I think everyone should go to bed like they have a date at the door.