Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
Humiliation is a guest that only comes to those who have made ready his resting-place, and will give him a fair welcome. ... no one can disgrace you save yourself.
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.
There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world's youth.