More and more it seems to me that the philosopher, being of necessity a man of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, has always found himself, and had to find himself, in contradiction to his today: his enemy was ever the ideal of today. So far all these extraordinary furtherers of men whom one calls philosophers, though they themselves have rarely felt like friends of wisdom but rather like disagreeable fools and dangerous question marks, have found their task, their hard, unwanted, inescapable task, but eventually also the greatness of their task, in being the bad conscience of their time. Beyond Good and Evil

Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other. Of Mice and Men

I, too, am a poor, weak dog that needs a little warmth and food, and would occasionally like to feel the nearness of his own kind Demian

Disturbance comes only from within—from our own perceptions. Book IV