He who recites dramatic works makes discoveries about his own character.

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.

What, then is truth?... Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.

And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.