The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

Talking much about oneself may be a way of hiding oneself.

The weak and misbegotten shall perish: first principle of our brotherly love. And they shall be given every assistance.

Thus the will to power strives towards oppositions, towards displeasure. There is a will to suffering at the foundation of all organic life (contrary to "happiness" as "goal").

The pure soul is a pure lie.

My philosophy is inverted Platonism: the further a thing is from true being, the purer, the lovelier, the better it is. Living inillusion as a goal!

The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.