My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.
Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.
Nationalism is the love which ties me to the blockheads of my country, to the insultors of my way of life, and to the desecrators of my language.
The superman is a premature ideal, one that presupposes man.
Stupidity gets up early; that is why events are accustomed to happening in the morning.
The unattractive thing about chauvinism is not so much the aversion to other nations as the love of one's own.