Whoever turns away from us might not offend us in doing so perhaps, but he certainly offends our followers.

This crown to crown the laughing man, this rose-wreath crown: I myself have set this crown upon my head, I myself have pronounced my laughter holy.

He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. That is the nature of living creatures.

Whatever is gold does not glitter. A gentle radiance belongs to the noblest metal.

It is the music in our conscience, the dance in our spirit, to which Puritan litanies, moral sermons, and goody goodness won’t chime.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

It is very noble hypocrisy not to talk of one's self.