Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.

Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.

Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?

The noble type of man feels himself to be the determiner of values, he does not need to be approved of, he judges 'what harms me is harmful in itself', he knows himself to be that which in general accords honour to things, he creates values.

He who does not need to lie is proud of not being a liar.