The charm of the Platonic mode of thought ... consisted precisely in the resistance to the obvious evidence of the senses.

Your god is dead and only the ignorant weep. And if you claim there is a hell, then we shall meet there!

Women are constituted in such a way that all truth (regarding men, love, children, society, the purpose of life) disgusts them, and in such a way that they try to revenge themselves on anyone who opens their eyes.

Even the most honest writer lets slip a word too many when he wants to round off a period.

Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

Nothing can be done about it: every master has but a single pupil--and he will not stay loyal to him--for he is also destined to become a master.

If virtue goes to sleep, it will be more vigorous when it awakes.