If you want me to believe in your redeemer, you are going to have to look a lot more redeemed.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

Generally speaking, the greater a woman's beauty, the greater her modesty.

I am no man, I am dynamite.

However unchristian it may seem, I do not even bear any ill feeling towards myself.

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.