A nation that still believes in itself holds fast to its own god.

Woman is essentially unpeaceful, like the cat, however well she may have trained herself to present an appearance of peace.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.

Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!

I am almost equal to a shadow.

Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.