Book: When Nietzsche wept. Page 1

We hate those who know our secrets and luring us into a trap of tender feelings. In such a situation we need not sympathy, but an opportunity to regain emotional control.

Passion, excitement, lust - these are the true oppressors. The crowd all my life eating like a pig from a trough of lust.

The biggest tree is the highest elevation and is rooted in darkness, even evil [...]

Loneliness exists only in solitude. Divided the loneliness of dying.

One of the most powerful insights was the awareness of the fact that I'm not tied to Bertha, and to those personal values, which I attributed to her, and these values are nothing to do with her had not.

I found the key to the riddle of life: first, to desire necessary, and second, to love what you want.

I came to the understanding that Matilda is not the enemy, not the Savior, but a companion, constituting me in the tedious journey on the river of life.

I often recall our childhood years, we spent together while studying at the University. "Oh, we lost! - I think. - How could I let this time slip through our hands?" And then you start secretly blame Rachel, it's her fault that the child goes, if she is guilty that I'm getting old!

Live while you live! Death becomes not so scary when the man brought his life to its logical conclusion. If the person does not live in time, he will not be able to die.

I can't afford to teach you bad habits.

- You talked a lot about the second item on our list: "Immersion in an alien mind." <...> Anyway, your thoughts, and your consciousness. I would like to know what benefits you will receive, allowing them to appear, or I will say even more, causing them to appear.
- Forcing to appear? I don't know.<...> Your statement that I force them to appear - what is it? - has for me the emotional sense.
We must find a way to find this meaning. <...> Please, consider this question: if you hadn't thought about it, what do you think?

In my opinion, the reason for the hysteria is a traumatic event that a person experiences in an altered state of consciousness.

I was destined to seek the truth on the dark side of loneliness.

Do you know what it's like to know that after your death your body can lie undiscovered for days, weeks, until someone will smell it? I'm trying to calm myself. Often, when my loneliness reaches its peak, I begin to talk to himself. Not loud, but I fear the hollow echo of my own words.