Discontent is the seed of ethics.

We can destroy only as creators

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

Those who are slow to know suppose that slowness is the essence of knowledge.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

With one more talent one frequently stands with greater instability than with one less, as a table stands better on three legs than on four.

Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?