It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.

Everywhere resoundeth the voices of those who preach death; and the earth is full of those to whom death hath to be preached.

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

The Great Man... is colder, harder, less hesitating, and without fear of 'opinion'; he lacks the virtues that accompany respect and 'respectability,' and altogether everything that is the 'virtue of the herd.' If he cannot lead, he goes alone... He knows he is incommunicable: he finds it tasteless to be familiar... When not speaking to himself, he wears a mask. There is a solitude within him that is inaccessible to praise or blame.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

The Germans are incapable of any conception of greatness: proof Schumann.

Science offends the modesty of all real women. It makes them feel as though it were an attempt to peek under their skin--or, worseyet, under their dress and ornamentation!