If you go to see the woman, do not forget the whip.

Some mothers need happy children; others need unhappy ones-otherwise they cannot prove their maternal virtues.

I listened for the echo, and I heard only praise —

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

Pain makes hens and poets cackle.

In architecture the pride of man, his triumph over gravitation, his will to power, assume a visible form. Architecture is a sort of oratory of power by means of forms.

Doing ill to those on whom we have to make our power felt; for pain is a far more sensitive means for that purpose than pleasure: pain always asks concerning the cause, while pleasure is inclined to keep within itself and not look backward.