Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.
The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.
Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.
Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!
In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.
God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.