Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing.

Every word has its fragrance: there is a harmony and a disharmony of fragrances, and hence of words.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

The higher man is distinguished from the lower by his fearlessness and his readiness to challenge misfortune.

Men submit from habit to everything that seeks power.

What makes us heroic?--Confronting simultaneously our supreme suffering and our supreme hope.

Great things demand that we either remain silent about them or speak in a great manner: in a great manner, that is-cynically and with innocence.