From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

A man of genius is unbearable, unless he possesses at least two things besides: gratitude and purity.

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.

Art depends upon the inexactitude of sight.

Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.