If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

Christianity has the rancor of the sick at its very core-the instinct against the healthy, against health. Everything that is well-constructed, proud, gallant and, above all, beautiful gives offense to its ears and eyes.

He who bestows something great receives no gratitude; for in accepting it the recipient has already been weighed down too much.

One must cease letting oneself be eaten when one tastes best: that is known to those who want to be loved long.

However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.

Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside