Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on... The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope. The third is called the People.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live.

All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.