Go through the towns and ask yourselves whether these people should reproduce! Let them go to their whores!

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

The surest sign that two people no longer speak the same language is that both say ironic things to one another but that neither senses the irony.

For the purpose of knowledge we must know how to make use of the inward current which draws us towards a thing, and also of the current which after a time draws us away from it.

My humanity is a constant self-overcoming.

A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.

It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself.