Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.

Against the censurers of brevity. - Something said briefly can be the fruit of much long thought: but the reader who is a novice in this field, and has as yet reflected on it not at all, sees in everything said briefly something embryonic, not without censuring the author for having served him up such immature and unripened fare.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.

The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.

Triumph depends on a roll of Fate's dice; the ultimate prize is a place in Heaven.