“The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.”

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Man is the cruelest animal.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

Man is something that shall be overcome. Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman – a rope over an abyss.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called Ego.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

And once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.

Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

Anything that is not growing is dead.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.

All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath so what does that make today worth?

Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First his Cromwell; and George the Third — [‘Treason!’ cried the Speaker] — may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that is left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?