Sometimes in conversation the sound of our own voice distracts us and misleads us into making assertions that in no way express our true opinions.

I hate you most because you attract, but are not strong enough to pull me to you.

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.

Such men alone are my readers, my proper readers, my preordained readers. Of what account are the rest? The rest are simply... humanity. One must be superior to humanity in power, in loftiness of soul- in contempt.

Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.