Not the intensity but the duration of high feelings makes high men.

It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.

A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly!

To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.

Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.