Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.

You lovers of knowledge! So what have you done out of your love of knowledge up to now? Have you already stolen and murdered so as to know how a thief and a murderer feels?

What is wanted - whether this is admitted or not - is nothing less than a fundamental remolding, indeed weakening and abolition of the individual: one never tires of enumerating and indicating all that is evil and inimical, prodigal, costly, extravagant in the form individual existence has assumed hitherto, one hopes to manage more cheaply, more safely, more equitably, more uniformly if there exist only large bodies and their members.

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

The earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.