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

Books for general reading always smell bad; the odor of common people hangs around them.

The noble caste was in the beginning always the barbarian caste: their superiority lay, not in their physical strength, but primarily in their psychical - they were more complete human beings.

From passions grow opinions; intellectual laziness lets these harden into convictions.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.