The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

I love something: and scarcely do I love it completely when the tyrant in me says: "I want that in sacrifice." This cruelty is in my entrails. Behold! I am evil.

Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return.

The degree and kind of a man's sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.

When a scholar of the old culture vows no longer to have anything to do with men who believe in progress, he is right. For the old culture has its greatness and goodness behind it, and an historical education forces one to admit that it can never again be fresh.

No one can draw more out of things, books included, than he already knows. A man has no ears for that to which experience has given him no access.

There are two things a real man likes - danger and play; and he likes woman because she is the most dangerous of play things.