When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.

Let thy virtue be too high for the familiarity of names, and if thou must speak of it, be not ashamed to stammer about it.

Whoever feels predestined to see and not to believe will find all believers too noisy and pushy: he guards against them.

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.

The great wars of the present age are the effects of the study of history.

The Great Man... is colder, harder, less hesitating, and without fear of 'opinion'; he lacks the virtues that accompany respect and 'respectability,' and altogether everything that is the 'virtue of the herd.' If he cannot lead, he goes alone... He knows he is incommunicable: he finds it tasteless to be familiar... When not speaking to himself, he wears a mask. There is a solitude within him that is inaccessible to praise or blame.

To the mean all becomes mean.