Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

The Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.