as though "the Truth" were such an innocent and incompetent creature as to require protectors!

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

I am a law only for my kind, I am no law for all.

Either one does not dream, or one does so interestingly. One should learn to spend one's waking life in the same way: not at all, or interestingly.

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself.

What we know oman today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him as a machine.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.