Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

Life is fountain of joy; but where the rabble also gather to drink, all wells are poisoned.

There is no pre-established harmony between the furtherance of truth and the well-being of mankind.

Women are constituted in such a way that all truth (regarding men, love, children, society, the purpose of life) disgusts them, and in such a way that they try to revenge themselves on anyone who opens their eyes.

What is the strongest cure?--Victory.

The good-they cannot create; they are always the beginning of the end.

He who has always spared himself much will in the end become sickly of so much consideration. Praised be what hardens!