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

We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.

The consequence is that every man comes to know himself solely in terms of his power for defence and attack.

The lie is a condition of life.

We are so fond of being out among nature, because it has no opinions about us.

... hitherto we have been permitted to seek beauty only in the morally good - a fact which sufficiently accounts for our having found so little of it and having had to seek about for imaginary beauties without backbone! - As surely as the wicked enjoy a hundred kinds of happiness of which the virtuous have no inkling, so too they possess a hundred kinds of beauty; and many of them have not yet been discovered.

In the dark, time feels different than when it is light.