Cheerfulness (n.) is the only path to redemption from owlish earnestness.
Cheerfulness (n.) is the one thing needful — by nature, or made so by art and knowledge.
Cheerfulness (n.) in us is the most incomprehensible thing about us.
Cheerfulness (n.) looks to the deeply injured like a dying child still playing with its toys — but that judgment is itself childish, from the second childhood that precedes death.
Cheerfulness (n.) is the demand of the brave soldiers of knowledge, that we take things more cheerfully than they deserve, especially since we have for so long taken them more seriously than they deserve.
Cheerfulness (n.) is misunderstood: it is the saturnalia of a spirit preparing itself for protracted and terrible decisions — temporary relief from a long tension.
Cheerfulness (n.) is a reward — the reward of a long, brave, industrious, subterranean seriousness, of which not everyone is capable.
Cheerfulness (n.) together with the good conscience and the joyful deed depends on a line dividing the bright from the dark, and on forgetting at the right time as much as remembering at the right time.
Cheerfulness (n.) can be a disguise of profound suffering — some are cheerful precisely because they want to be misunderstood; some are scientific because it makes them seem superficial.
Cheerfulness (n.) exists at bottom only where there is a victory: the true thinker cheers like a god seen with the monsters he has fought, while the cheerful mediocrity depresses because he never saw the monsters he claims to have beaten.
Cheerfulness (n.) in its uniquely German form, as in Luther, Beethoven and Wagner, is a fermented mixture of simplicity, love's penetrating glance, reflective mind and roguishness — the smile of convalescents returning to life after suffering it profoundly.