One never perishes through anybody but oneself.

It is not to everyone's taste that truth should be pronounced pleasant. But at least let no one believe that error becomes truth when it is pronounced unpleasant.

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

Men are even lazier than they are timorous, and what they fear most is the troubles with which any unconditional honesty and nudity would burden them.

The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.

We have no dreams at all or interesting ones. We should learn to be awake the same way- not at all or in an interesting manner