Tolerance is a proof of distrust in one's own ideals.

The advocates of a criminal are seldom artists enough to turn the beautiful terribleness of the deed to the advantage of the doer.

For one thing is needful: that a human being should attain satisfaction with himself, whether it be by means of this or that poetry or art; only then is a human being at all tolerable to behold. Whoever is dissatisfied with himself is constantly ready for revenge, and we others will be his victims, if only by having to endure his ugly sight.

All of life is a dispute over taste and tasting.

We must learn to love, learn to be kind, and this from the earliest youth; if education or chance give us no opportunity to practice these feelings, our soul becomes dry and unsuited even to understanding the tender inventions of loving people.

Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.