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

Has there ever been anything filthier on earth than the saints in the wilderness? Around them was not only the devil loose around them- but also the swine.

The good displeases us when we are not up to it.

He who has attained intellectual emancipation to any extent cannot, for a long time, regard himself otherwise than as a wanderer on the face of the earth and not even as a traveller towards a final goal, for there is no such thing.

They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.

You cannot learn to fly by flying. First you must learn to walk, to run, to climb, to dance.

All truths are bloody truths to me.