The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

Assuming that he believes at all, the everyday Christian is a pitiful figure, a man who really cannot count up to three, and who besides, precisely because of his mental incompetence, would not deserve such a punishment as Christianity promises him.

One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.

The greatest progress that the human race has made lies in learning how to make correct inferences.

We criticize a man or a book most sharply when we sketch out their ideal.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.