Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

Respectable people... What bastards!