It is only when we have ceased to be the followers of our followers that we comprehend how meaningless followers are.

At the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory.

The followers of a great man often put their eyes out, so that they may be the better able to sing his praise.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Many deeds are done so as to forget another deed: there are also opiate activities. I exist so that another will be forgotten.

People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.