Once blasphemy again God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and thereupon those blasphemers died too.

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

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.

On the heights it is warmer than those in the valley imagine.

Illusions are certainly expensive amusements; but the destruction of illusions is still more expensive, if looked upon as an amusement, as it undoubtedly is by some people.

Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend's emancipator.