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They have something of which they are proud. And what do they call that which makes them proud? Education they call it, it distinguishes them from goatherds. For that reason they hate to hear the word 'contempt' applied to them. So I shall address their pride instead. Thus

Virtue is knowledge; man sins only from ignorance; he who is virtuous is happy." In these three basic forms of optimism lies the death of tragedy.

A real man wants two things: danger and play. Therefore he wants woman as the most dangerous plaything. Man shall be educated for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly.

When the gratitude that many owe to one discards all modesty, then there is fame.

Reason in language- oh what an old deceptive female she is! I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar.

God is dead;1 but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. —And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

there is nothing of all that whereof thou speakest: there is no devil and no hell. Thy soul will be dead even sooner than thy body: fear, therefore, nothing any more!

Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy; around the demi-god, into a satyr play; and around God--what? perhaps into world?

There is one thing one has to have: either a cheerful disposition by nature or a disposition made cheerful by art and knowledge

Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?

We do not dispute what is magical or irrational when it flatters our self-esteem.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

Oh, Ivivis, sorcerers don't have mothers!

Behind them the long galley lay like a dead beetle, the oars sprawled out all askew from the ports.

There are laws of hate in the universe, shaping even its loves, and it is time I made them work for me.

Percy's callous description of humanity as "seven billion morons" was uncomfortably close to the truth.

The Mouser glared at the old man where he sat perched on the stool like some ungainly plucked foul.

There had been raised eyebrows at these arrangements from the rather strait-laced Islers, which the four principals had handled by firmly overlooking them.

The brandy was all drunk.

The essence of obscenity is the turning of the inner mystery into a jest.

Most sound minds resent flattery, because they see the egotism behind the screen of altruism.

Goodness by its nature is lovable and love finds it impossible not to pursue goodness.

If sex does not mount to heaven, it descends into hell. There is no such thing as giving the body without giving the soul.

Love is never compelled, except in hell. There, love has to submit to justice.