It seems to me that to take a book of mine into his hands is one of the rarest distinctions that anyone can confer upon himself. I even assume that he removes his shoes when he does so-not to speak of boots.

There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.

Could truth perhaps be a woman who has reasons for not permitting her reasons to be seen? Could her name perhaps be--to speak Greek--Baubo?... Oh, those Greeks! They understood how to live: to do that it is necessary to stop bravely at the surface, the fold, the skin, to adore the appearance, to believe in forms, in tones, in words, in the whole Olympus of appearance! Those Greeks were superficial--out of profundity!

Where I found the living, there I found the will to power; even in the will of servants I found the will to be master.

To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.

The doer alone learneth.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.