The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.

Great men's errors are to be venerated as more fruitful than little men's truths.

The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.

In the end we love our desire and not what it is that we desire.

Whatever a theologian regards as true must be false: there you have almost a criterion of truth.

All isolation is wrong so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.