No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

What if God were not exactly truth, and if this could be proved? And if he were instead the vanity, the desire for power, the ambitions, the fear, and the enraptured and terrified folly of mankind?

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

One should adpot only those situations in which one is in no need of sham virtues, but rather, like the tight-rope dancer on his tight rope, in which one must either fall or stand--or escape.

The good displeases us when we are not up to it.

You are treading the path to your greatness: no one shall follow you here! Your passage has effaced the path behind you, and above that path stands written: Impossibility.

Only strong personalities can endure history, the weak are extinguished by it.