There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.

Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.

I am one thing, my writings are another.

If you know the why, you can live any how.

I will believe in the Redeemer when the Christians look a little more redeemed.

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

Those who are bent on revolutionizing society may be divided into those who seek something for themselves thereby and those who seek something for their children and grandchildren.