The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

One never perishes through anybody but oneself.

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

The advocates of a criminal are seldom artists enough to turn the beautiful terribleness of the deed to the advantage of the doer.

The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.

But thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!