The philosopher believes that the value of his philosophy lies in the whole, in the building: posterity discovers it in the bricks with which he built and which are then often used again for better building: in the fact, that is to say, that building can be destroyed and nonetheless possess value as material.

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

Evolution does not make happiness its goal; it aims simply at evolution and nothing else.

The love of power is the demon of mankind.

Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.

Someone said: "I have been prejudiced against myself from my earliest childhood: hence I find some truth in all blame and some stupidity in all praise. I generally estimate praise too poorly and blame too highly.