World history is a court of judgment.
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
Nothing is beautiful, except man: all aesthetics rest on this naivete, it is their first truth. Let us straightway add the second: nothing is ugly, except degenerating man; — the domain of aesthetic judgment is thereby limited.
Judgments, valuations with regard to life, for or against, can ultimately never be true: they only possess value as symptoms, they only come into consideration as symptoms, — in themselves such judgments are follies.
It is better to run the risk of sparing the guilty than to condemn an innocent.
In all judgements by which we describe anything as beautiful, we allow no one to be of another opinion.[In allen Urteilen, wodurch wir etwas für schön erklären, verstatten wir keinem anderer Meinung zu sein.]
I’ll tell you a big secret mon cher. Don’t wait for the Last Judgment. It takes place every day.
How often the judgments of men in important matters are erroneous.
God makes no mistake in His judgments, Madame; I recognize no tribunal but His.
