Your god is dead and only the ignorant weep. And if you claim there is a hell, then we shall meet there!

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.

Those you cannot teach to fly, teach to fall faster.

Since men do not really respect anything unless it was established long ago and has developed slowly over time, those who want tokeep on living after their death must take worry not only about their future generations but even more about their past: that is why tyrants of all kinds (including tyrannical artists and politicians) like to do violence to history, so that it will appear as a preparation and stepladder to themselves.

We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we percieve that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.

The grand style arises when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.