I am opposed to socialism because it dreams ingenuously of good, truth, beauty, and equal rights.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

He who denies his own vanity usually possesses it in so brutal a form that he instinctively shuts his eyes to avoid the necessity of despising himself.

In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.

Among austere men intimacy involves shame--and is something precious.