He who despises himself, nevertheless esteems himself thereby, as a despiser.
Fear is the mother of morals.
Egoism belongs to the essence of a noble soul.
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.
By means of music the very passions enjoy themselves.
Blessed are the forgetful: for they “get the better” even of their blunders.
A man who strives after great things, looks upon every one whom he encounters on his way either as a means of advance, or a delay and hindrance—or as a temporary resting-place.