What saved me then? Nothing but pregnancy. And each time after I had given birth to my work my life hung suspended by a thin thread.

To get into just those situations where sham virtues will not suffice, but rather where, as with the ropedancer on his rope, one either falls or stands--or gets down.

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?

That which an age considers evil is usually an unseasonable echo of what was formerly considered good - the atavism of an old ideal.

Error has made animals into men; is truth in a position to make men into animals again?

It is only those who know how to feel that "this is not good" who devise improvements.