There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

Without music, life would be an error. The German imagines even God singing songs

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

The advocates of a criminal are seldom artists enough to turn the beautiful terribleness of the deed to the advantage of the doer.

Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.

In war personal revenge maintains its silence.