To act on the world one must die to oneself. Man is not placed on the earth merely to be happy; nor is he placed here merely to be honest, he is here to accomplish great things through society, to arrive at nobleness, and to outgrow the vulgarity in which the existence of almost all individuals drags on.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
He who lowers his head dies each time he does so, he who walks and talks fearlessly dies only once.
Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course, they are charitable. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us. And yet, I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream-I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal- to something finer, richer than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"
With the years it is easy to complicate things within if you don't keep track of the past to follow an utopia, not having an elastic band which hurdles you back.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
It takes long time to become young.
You'll always have to face critisism!
They'll talk badly about you!
It'll be hard for you to meet someone
to whom you'll do fine as you are!
So live, do what your heart tells you to!
Compare life to a theatre play
without an initial rehearsal!
Dance, sing, laugh, living intensely
every day, every moment of your life,
before the show's over without any clapping!
Everyone says the brain is the most complex organ of the human body, as a doctor I agree. But as a woman I assure you that there's nothing of more complex than the heart, even today we aren't certain of its mechanisms. In the brain's reasoning there's a logic, in the heart's reasoning there's feelings.