Can an ass be tragic?--To perish under a burden that one can neither bear nor cast off? The case of the philosopher.

Priests ... these turkey-cocks of God.

One unconsciously takes it for granted that doer and sufferer think and feel alike, and according to this supposition we measure the guilt of the one by the pain of the other.

We labour at our daily work more ardently and thoughtlessly than is necessary to sustain our life because it is even more necessary not to have leisure to stop and think. Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.