He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.

I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.

The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.