He who lives as children live - who does not struggle for his bread and does not believe that his actions possess any ultimate significance - remains childlike.

Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

I have forgotten my umbrella.

For nothing is more democratic than logic; it is no respecter of persons and makes no distinction between crooked and straight noses.

the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls

Man is something to be surpassed.

If we make sacrifices in doing good or in doing ill, it does not alter the ultimate value of our actions; even if we stake our life in the cause, as martyrs do for the sake of our church : it is a sacrifice to our longing for power, or for the purpose of conserving our sense of power.