Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.

Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.

Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

Where does one not find that bland degeneration which beer produces in the spirit!

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.

Along the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every vocation is chosen and entered upon as a means to a purpose but is ultimately continued as a final purpose in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent stupidity in which we indulge ourselves.