We have no organ at all for knowledge, for truth: we know (or believe or imagine) precisely as much as may be useful in the interest of the human herd, the species: and even what is here called usefulness is in the end only a belief, something imagined and perhaps precisely that most fatal piece of stupidity by which we shall one day perish.

One unconsciously takes it for granted that doer and sufferer think and feel alike, and according to this supposition we measure the guilt of the one by the pain of the other.

How good music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy.

Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

Sometimes we remain true to a cause simply because its opponents are unfailingly tasteless.

The Devil has the broadest perspectives for God; therefore, he keeps so far away from God -- the Devil being the most ancient friend of wisdom