You may lie with your mouth, but with the mouth you make as you do so you none the less tell the truth.
Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.
We are all afraid of the truth.
Only great pain is, as the teacher of great suspicion, the ultimate liberator of the spirit...I doubt whether such pain improves us-but I do know it deepens us.
The "religion of pity" to which people would like to convert us- oh, we know well enough the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a veil and an adornment!