To those human beings who are of any concern to me, I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill treatment, indignities, profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, and the wretchedness of the vanquished.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

The great man fights the elements in his time that hinder his own greatness, in other words his own freedom and sincerity.

In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.

As a human being Plato mingles regal, exclusive, and self-contained features with melancholy compassion.

One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.

What was a lie in the father becomes a conviction in the son.