All words are prejudices.

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.

The good-they cannot create; they are always the beginning of the end.

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

Even the most honest writer lets slip a word too many when he wants to round off a period.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.