The greatest events-they are not our loudest but our stillest hours.

Socrates and Plato are right: whatever man does he always does well, that is, he does that which seems to him good (useful) according to the degree of his intellect, the particular standard of his reasonableness.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.

Such men alone are my readers, my proper readers, my preordained readers. Of what account are the rest? The rest are simply... humanity. One must be superior to humanity in power, in loftiness of soul- in contempt.

Every church is a stone on the grave of a god-man: it does not want him to rise up again under any circumstances.

The thirst for equality can express itself either as a desire to draw everyone down to one's level, or to raise oneself and everyone else up.