The State is the coldest of all cold monsters, and coldly it tells lies, and this lie drones on from its mouth: 'I, the State, am the people'.

Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.

Life is fountain of joy; but where the rabble also gather to drink, all wells are poisoned.

Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

There is no more dreary or more repulsive creature than the man who has evaded his genius.