When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

Every society has a tendency to reduce it's opponents to caricatures.

The first opinion that occurs to us when we are suddenly asked about something is usually not our own but only the current one pertaining to our class, position, or parentage; our own opinions seldom swim on the surface.

Whoever has witnessed another's ideal becomes his inexorable judge and as it were his evil conscience.

Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love To lose myself for a while.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

Plato was a bore.