Be your self! All you are now doing, thinking, desiring, is not you yourself.

Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Whoever has character also has his typical experience, which returns over and over again.

Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.

You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.