I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
In a man devoted to knowledge, pity seems almost ridiculous, like delicate hands on a cyclops.
The love of power is the demon of mankind.
The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills.
The enormous expectation having to do with sexual love and the shame involved in this expectation degrades all a woman's perspectives from the start.
I am affected, not because you have deceived me, but because I can no longer believe in you.