The State is the coldest of all cold monsters.

When we have a great goal we are superior even to justice, not merely to our deeds and our judges.

Without the errors which lie in the assumption of morality, man would have remained an animal.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Solitude makes us tougher towards ourselves and tenderer towards others. In both ways it improves our character.

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

The woman and the genius do not work. Up to now, woman has been mankind's supreme luxury. In all those moments when we do our best, we do not work. Work is merely a means to these moments.