The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.

Not their love of humanity, but the impotence of their love, prevents the Christians of today - burning us.

The wittiest authors evoke a barely perceptible smile.

Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.

Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!

A certain type of person strives to become a master over all, and to extend his force, his will to power, and to subdue all that resists it. But he encounters the power of others, and comes to an arrangement, a union, with those that are like him: thus they work together to serve the will to power. And the process goes on.