I always thought that inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.
Hear this or not, as you will. Learn it now, or later — the world has time. Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui — these are the true hero’s enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful.
“The future isn’t what it used to be.”
My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it—all idealism is mendacity in the face of what is necessary—but love it.
Minha fórmula para a grandeza no homem é amor-fati: não querer nada de outro modo, nem para frente, nem para trás, nem em toda eternidade. Não meramente suportar o necessário, e menos ainda dissimulá-lo – todo idealismo é mendacidade diante do necessário -, mas amá-lo.