The criminal type is the type of the strong human being under unfavorable circumstances: a strong human being made sick.
A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.
Once the decision has been made, close your ear even to the best counter argument: sign of a strong character. Thus an occasional will to stupidity.
Strong hope is a much greater stimulant to life than any single realized joy could be.
Only strong personalities can endure history, the weak ones are extinguished by it.
If a man has a strong faith, he can indulge in the luxury of skepticism.
The sick are the greatest danger for the healthy; it is not from the strongest that harm comes to the strong, but from the weakest.
Being harmless means being so strong, so empowered, that the idea of showing power through harm is not even a part of your consciousness.
Reason enslaves all whose minds are not strong enough to master her.
Not everybody is strong enough to endure life without an anesthetic. Drink probably averts more gross crime than it causes.
But to admire a strong person and to live under that strong person’s thumb are two different things.
You have such strong words at command, that they make the smallest argument seem formidable.
And when a woman’s will is as strong as the man’s who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.
It’s rather a strong check to one’s self-complacency to find how much of one’s right doing depends on not being in want of money.
It is possible to have a strong self-love without any self-satisfaction, rather with a self-discontent which is the more intense because one’s own little core of egoistic sensibility is a supreme care.
In the schoolroom her quick mind had taken readily that strong starch of unexplained rules and disconnected facts which saves ignorance from any painful sense of limpness.
Strong souls Live like fire-hearted suns to spend their strength In farthest striving action; breathe more free In mighty anguish than in trivial ease.
It belongs to every large nature, when it is not under the immediate power of some strong unquestioning emotion, to suspect itself, and doubt the truth of its own impressions, conscious of possibilities beyond its own horizon.
When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant’s bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.