Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

To feel envy is human, to savour schadenfreude is devilish

It is the courage to make a clean breast of it in the face of every question that makes the philosopher.

Every time a man is begotten and born, the clock of human life is wound up anew to repeat once more its same old tune that has already been played innumerable times, movement by movement and measure by measure, with insignificant variations.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

The majority of men... are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and... are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.

Pride works _from within_; it is the direct appreciation of oneself. Vanity is the desire to arrive at this appreciation indirectly, from without.