Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.

People can only live with their equals, and not even with them; for in the long run they cannot tolerate that someone is their equal.

I can promise to be sincere, but I cannot promise to be impartial.

We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.

From desire I plunge to its fulfilment, where I long once more for desire.

Enjoy what you can, endure what you must.

Patriotism corrupts history.