However modest one may be in one's demand for intellectual cleanliness, one cannot help feeling, when coming into contact with the New Testament, a kind of inexpressible discomfiture: for the unchecked impudence with which the least qualified want to raise their voice on the greatest problems, and even claim to be judges of such things, surpasses all measure. The shameless levity with which the most intractable problems (life, world, God, purpose of life) are spoken of, as if they were not problems at all but simply things that these little bigots knew!

Madness is not a consequence of uncertainty but of certainty.

Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.

You I advise not to work, but to fight. You I advise not to peace, but to victory. Let your work be a fight, let your peace be a victory!

The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.

One should only question gods where none but gods can reply.

A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.