Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

A woman does not want the truth; what is truth to women? From the beginning, nothing has been more alien, repugnant, and hostile to woman than the truth - her great art is the lie, her highest concern is mere appearance and beauty.

He has drawn back, only in order to have enough room for his leap

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

We are terrified by the idea of being terrified.

I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.