We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life, and it is only fair that one has to pay dearly for having assaulted men and things in this manner with Yes and No. Everything is arranged so that the worst of tastes, the taste for the unconditional, should be cruelly fooled and abused until a man learns to put a little art into his feelings and rather to risk trying even what is artificial — as the real artists of life do.

Speaking of Georges Bizet: His music has the tang of sunny climates, their bracing air, their clearness. It voices a sensibility hitherto unknown to us.

Some rule out of a lust for ruling; others, so as not to be ruled:Mto these it is merely the lesser of two evils.

[Heraclitus] concluded that coming-to-be itself could not be anything evil or unjust.

When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.

The only excuse for God is that he doesn't exist.