For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.

There is an old illusion. It is called good and evil.

I love something: and scarcely do I love it completely when the tyrant in me says: "I want that in sacrifice." This cruelty is in my entrails. Behold! I am evil.

Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside.

Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.

War is a grim, cruel business, a business justified only as a means of sustaining the forces of good against those of evil.