There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

However unchristian it may seem, I do not even bear any ill feeling towards myself.

No artist will tolerate the world for one second as it is.

I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of his deeds, and always doeth more than he promiseth: for he seeketh his own down-going.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

What is the difference between someone who is convinced and one who is deceived? None, if he is well deceived.

The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race can no more be exterminated than the flea can be. The last man lives the longest.