Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.

Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm.

Nothing in life possesses value except the degree of power--assuming that life itself is the will to power.

Enjoying praise is in some people merely a civility of the heart--and just the opposite of a vanity of the spirit.

In a certain state it is indecent to live longer.