TREASURED PASSAGES:
“What happens to those who try to warn the present age?”"
"What is a poet? An unhappy [one] who in [their] heart harbors a deep anguish, but whose lips are so fashioned that the moans and cried which pass over them are transformed into ravishing music. ... [Their] cries could not reach the tyrant's ears so as to strike terror into his heart; when they reached his ears they sounded like sweet music. ...May new sufferings torment your soul, but may your lips be fashioned as before; for the cried would only distress us, but the music, the music, is delightful.' ... I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet misunderstood by [persons]."
"he was to such a degree overwhelmed by fullness of ideas that it was impossible for him to put down anything on paper, because he could not write fast enough."
""Is boredom a perennial human condition? The gods were bored, and so they created [human]. ... [Boredom] entered the world, and increased in proportion to the increase of population. ... [Then] the population of the world increased, and the peoples were bored en masse."
"Everything became interpretation"
"in an age without passion, in a reflective age, it would be otherwise."
"Does despair consume itself?"
"she is in despair over herself. ... [This] self is now a torment to her when it has to be a self without "him" [her lover]"
"To despair over oneself, in despair to will to be rid of oneself, is the formula for all despair.""
"When the task is becoming oneself, to what shall we compare the individual who does not even recognize that [she/he] has, or is, a self?"
"When I was young, I forgot how to laugh ... ; when I was older, I opened my eyes and beheld reality, at which I began to laugh, and since then I have not stopped laughing."
"When despair intensifies, how may it affect the whole of one's existence?”
"Why is the pursuit of happiness so elusive?"
"'One must go further, one must go further.' This impulse to go further is an ancient thing in the world."
"Imagine a [human] ... of whom was never seen and never shall be seen; ... [this human]has lived hitherto unacquainted with the world, protected by favorable conditions ... . "
"if that does not help you, no [human] can help you."
"If someone talked with a wise [human], and immediately upon the first words of the wise [human], [one] interrupted [the other] with [their] thanks, because [they] now needed no more help: what would this show other than that [they] did not talk with a wise [human], but with a wise [human] whom [they themselves] transformed into a fool?"
"eternity holds audit over the consciences. Substantially everyone arrives in eternity bringing with [one] and delivering the most accurate account of every least insignificance which [one] has committed or has left undone."
"Is knowledge charged when it is applied?"
The artist: "one who by bringing a certain something with [them] found then and there what the much-travelled artist did not find anywhere in the world, perhaps because [one] did not bring a certain something with [themselves] !... Would it not be sad, too, if what is intended to beautify life could only be a curse upon it, so that art, instead of making life beautiful for us, only fastidiously discovers that not one of us is beautiful."
"What is the relation of eternity and the moment? ... [The] thought that the instant is commensurable with eternity, because the instant of destruction expresses at the same instant eternity."
"When the pantomimic play was in full swing, and the spectators were following the play with keen expectancy of what was to come after, the actors suddenly came to a stop and remained motionless, as though they were petrified in the pantomimic expression of the instant."
"Every individual in this innumerable throng is by [their] differences a particular something; [one] exhibits a definiteness but essentially [one] is something other than this–but this we do not get to see here in life. Here we see only what role the individual plays and how [one] does it. It is like a play. But when the curtain falls, ... they are all quite alike, all one and the same: actors. … And when in death the curtain falls on the stage of actuality ... , then they also are all one; they are human beings. All are that which they essentially were, something we did not see because of the difference we see; they are human beings. … The stage of art is like an enchanted world. But just suppose that some evening a common absent-mindedness confused all the actors so they thought they really were what they were representing. Would this not be, in contrast to the enchantment of art, what one might call the enchantment of an evil spirit, a bewitchment? And likewise suppose that in the enchantment of actuality ... our fundamental ideas become confused so that we thought ourselves essentially to be the roles we play. Alas, but is this not the case? It seems to be forgotten that the distinctions of earthly existence are only like an actor's costume or like a travelling cloak and that every individual should watchfully and carefully keep the fastening cords of this outer garment loosely tied, never in obstinate knots, … so that in the moment of transformation the garment can easily be cast off, and yet we all have enough knowledge of art to be offended if an actor, when [they are] supposed to cast off [their] disguise in the moment of transformation, runs out on the stage before getting the cords loose."
"the pathos of grieving loneliness""
"He would stare more and more anxiously, but the more he stared, the less he would see. His eyes would sometimes fill with tears; but the oftener this happened the less he would see. ... [The] writing would become fainter and more illegible, until at last the paper itself would crumble away, and nothing would be left to him except the tears in his eyes."
""Can medicine abolish the anxious conscience? ... [In] our time it is the physician who exercises the cure of souls.
"this anxious dead of yours is ... like a revenge!"
"He did not become another man, but he became two men, who could not be contained in the one man."
"Should ethical actions always proceed 'on principle'?"
"To what shall we compare an author who cannot ever arrive at a conclusion?"
"One knows instances of people who, embarrassed and embarrassing, may remain sitting in one's home a whole hour merely because they are embarrassed to leave"
The Man Who Walked Backwards: "he maintains an orientation towards the good, he is turned towards the good, and with this orientation towards the good he moves backwards farther and farther away from it. With every renewed intention and promise it seems as if he takes a step forward, and yet he not only remains standing still but really takes a step backward."
"To what shall we compare the conceit of modernity that hungers for instant recognition prior to any actual achievement? ... No one is satisfied with doing something definite, every one wants to feel flattered by reflection with the illusion of having discovered at the very least a new continent."
"Nothing ever happens but there is immediate publicity everywhere."
"It is my joy that the female sex, far from being more imperfect than man, is on the contrary the most perfect."
"Necessity ... teaches the gods to surpass themselves in inventiveness."
"Is the task of becoming a self ever completed? ... Suppose [one] were assigned the task of entertaining [themselves] for an entire day, and [they finish] this task of self-entertainment as early as noon: then [their] celerity would mot be meritorious. So also when life constitutes the task. To be finished with life before life has finished with one, is precisely not to have finished the task."
"How may the despair of one collude quietly with the despair of another?"
"There was once a father and a son. A son is like a mirror in which the father behold himself, and for the son the father too is like a mirror in which he beholds himself in the time to come."
"The stage is eternity, and the listener, if [he/she] is the true listener ... stands before God during the talk. The prompter whispers to the actor what [he/she] is to say, but the actor's repetition of it is the main concern ... . ... [The] main concern is earnestness: that the listeners by ... , with ... , and to themselves, in the silence before God, may speak with the help of this address."
"persistent spiritual self-rejection" : "the sorry and ludicrous condition of the majority ... , that in their own house they prefer to live in the cellar. The soulish-bodily synthesis in every [human] is planned with a view to being spirit, such is the building; but the [human] prefers to dwell in the cellar, that is, in the determinants of sensuousness. And not only does [one] prefer to dwell in the cellar; no, [one] loves that to such a degree that [one] becomes furious if anyone would propose to [them] to occupy the bel étage which stands empty at [their] disposition–for in fact [one dwells] in [their] own house."
"How much time may we justifiably spend on the education of the human spirit?"
"How does one obtain an impression of the absolute?"
"to stand still is an act, an effort, the most strenuous effort"
"Ah, no! The time is not identical."
"My thoughts terrified me, my thoughts in my mind, for my mouth was bound, and no one could perceive anything but a voice in likeness as a beast's."
"What is the strange power of possibility, that it may affect one's entire life, even if it only a distant possibility of an uncertain event?"
"One looks about in vain for that social posciamur, ... where every instant one can get rid of oneself, ... where one feels so deserted and imprisoned in the quietness which isolates, where one cannot get rid of oneself, where on all sides one is surrounded by nonconductors. … The big warehouses contain nothing and bring in nothing, for though Echo is a very quiet lodger, yet in the way of business and rent no owner is the better for it. In the populous quarters life is far from being extinct, and yet it is so far from being loud that the quiet human murmur suggests to me at least the buzzing of summer out in the country. … [Memory] is sad out there among the empty storehouses, and in the overpopulated streets the sight is sad where the eye discovers only an idyl of poverty and wretchedness."
“The so-called shrewd people are often stupid enough to believe everything a madman says, and often stupid enough to believe that everything he says is madness ... ."
"he took with him a possibility, and this possibility pursued him, and he pursued this possibility in his passionate investigation, and this possibility brooded in his silence, and this possibility it was that set in manifold motion the features of his face ... and this possibility was that another being owed its life to him. ... [What] made him a lunatic was the fact that every obvious way to discovery was cut off from him ... ; and what made his lunacy so dialectical was the fact that he did not so much as know whether his notion was a result of his illness, a fevered imagination, or whether death had actually come to the aid of his memory with a recollection of reality."
"It seemed to him sometimes that the object of his search might be very far off, sometimes that it was so near to him that he was sensible only of his own contrition ... ."
"Only one who is eternally immutable can be in this manner so still."
"one suffers secretlyd and alone, yet freely for others"
"How disgusting you are with your corrupted flesh, a pestilence to every living thing, avaunt from me, you abomination, betake yourself to the tombs."
"Does not an artist conceal himself in order to be a secret witness of how his work of art is admired?"
Why must I fill the desert with my cry and be company for the wild beasts and abbreviate the time by my howling? This is no exclamation, it is a question; I out the question to [God] who [Herself] has said that it is not good for a [human] to be without society. Is this my society?"
"he hates existence, he curses [humans], he would avenge himself ... ."
"I will castaway the remainder of the ointment so that I never may be tempted."
“What is human compassion after all! To whom is it rightly due to unless to the unfortunate, and how is it paid to [them]? The impoverished [human] falls into the hands of the usurer, who at the last helps [them] into prison as a slave ... ."
"Hear the prayer of [him/her] whose body is infected and impure, ... hear [him/her] if for all that his heart was not tainted."
“'I choose this one thing, that I may always have the laugh on my side.' Not one of the gods said a word; on the contrary, they all began to laugh. From that I concluded that my wish was granted, and found that the gods knew how to express themselves with taste; for it would hardly have been suitable for them to have answered gravely: 'Thy wish granted.'"
"'It is not worth wasting one's breath on it.' No sooner said than done. She blows, and behold the vocalization disappears ... ."
"The ethical development of the individual constitutes the little private theater where God is indeed a spectator, but where the individual is also a spectator from time to time, although essentially [one] is an actor, whose task is not to deceive but to reveal, just as all ethical development consists in becoming apparent before God."