Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.

Dissimulation is the only thing that makes society possible; without its amenities the world would be a bear-garden.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.

the State only aims at instilling those qualities in its public by which its demands are obeyed, and its exchequer is filled. Its highest attainment is the reduction of mankind to clockwork. In its atmosphere all those finer and more delicate liberties, which require treatment and spacious expansion, inevitably dry up and perish. The State requires a taxpaying machine in which there is no hitch, an exchequer in which there is never a deficit, and a public, monotonous, obedient, colorless, spiritless, moving humbly like a flock of sheep along a straight high road between two walls.

It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.