Our salvation lies not in knowing, but in creating!

But not to perish from internal distress and doubt when one inflicts great suffering and hears the cry of suffering: that is great, that belongs to greatness.

What makes us heroic? Confronting simultaneously our supreme suffering and our supreme hope.

Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.

Tragedy sits in sublime rapture amidst this abundance of life, suffering and delight, listening to a far-off, melancholy song which tells of the Mothers of Being, whose names are Delusion, Will, Woe.

A degree of culture, and assuredly a very high one, is attained when man rises above superstitions and religious notions and fears, and, for instance, no longer believes in guardian angels or in original sin, and has also ceased to talk of the salvation of his soul.