Nor - Quotes
Thinking must never submit itself, neither to a dogma, nor to a party, nor to a passion, nor to an interest, nor to a preconceived idea, nor to whatever it may be, if not to facts themselves, because, for it, to submit would be to cease to be.
A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance, nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. There is but little virtue in the masses of men.
To women who please me only by their faces I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break - at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent - I am ever tender and true.
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
Write them, above all, in your heart; there they can be neither burned nor destroyed, and you will take them wherever you go.
Do not ask yourself if your love is big enough, because love is neither big nor small, it is simply love.
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.
I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the type of which we are conscious in ourselves. An individual who should survive his physical death is also beyond my comprehension, nor do I wish it otherwise; such notions are for the fears or absurd egoism of feeble souls.
If there is mercy in nature, it is accidental. Nature is neither kind nor cruel but indifferent.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
He lies who strove for high intent,
his own benumbed, unspeaking monument.
No tears can wake him now, no words, nor herbs or fungus,
who once upon a time dwelt here among us.