Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

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

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

Spirit is the life that itself cuts into life: with its own torment it increases its own knowledge. Did you already know that?

Liberalism is the transformation of mankind into cattle.

It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.

Every man has his price. This is not true. But for every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing. To win over certain people to something, it is only necessary to give it a gloss of love of humanity, nobility, gentleness, self-sacrifice - and there is nothing you cannot get them to swallow. To their souls, these are the icing, the tidbit; other kinds of souls have others.