Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.

A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.

In intercourse with scholars and artists one readily makes mistakes of opposite kinds: in a remarkable scholar one not infrequently finds a mediocre man; and often, even in a mediocre artist, one finds a very remarkable man.

Poets and writers who are in love with the superlative all want to do more than they can.

The will to overcome an emotion, is ultimately only the will of another, or of several other, emotions.