Socrates and Plato are right: whatever man does he always does well, that is, he does that which seems to him good (useful) according to the degree of his intellect, the particular standard of his reasonableness.

At one time or another, almost every politician needs an honest man so badly that, like a ravenous wolf, he breaks into a sheep-fold: not to devour the ram he has stolen, however, but rather to conceal himself behind its wooly back.

Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.

You have not yet suffered enough! For you suffer only from yourselves, you have not yet suffered from man.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!

I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.

Even today a crude sort of persecution is all that is required to create an honorable name for any sect, no matter how indifferent in itself.