What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.

Many other such substitutes for war will be discovered, but perhaps precisely thereby it will become more and more obvious that such a highly cultivated and therefore necessarily enfeebled humanity as that of modern Europe not only needs wars, but the greatest and most terrible wars, consequently occasional relapses into barbarism, lest, by the means of culture, it should lose its culture and its very existence.

We fear our neighbor's hostile mood because we are afraid that this mood will lead him to penetrate our secrets.

Convictions are prisons.

As a human being Plato mingles regal, exclusive, and self-contained features with melancholy compassion.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.