The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.

Both classically- and romantically-minded spirits-inasmuch as these two species always exist-occupy themselves with a vision of the future: but the former do so out of a strength of their age, the latter out of its weakness.

The advocates of a criminal are seldom artists enough to turn the beautiful terribleness of the deed to the advantage of the doer.

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.

He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.