whatever is profound loves masks; what is most profound even hates image and parable.

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

The doctrine of equality! There exists no more poisonous poison: for it seems to be preached by justice itself, while it is the end of justice.

Only as an aesthetic product can the world be justified to all eternity.