Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

It was Christianity, with its heartfelt resentment against life, that first made something unclean of sexuality: it threw filth on the origin, on the essential fact of our life.

There is nothing that has caused me to meditate more on Plato's secrecy and sphinx-like nature, than the happily preserved petit fait that under the pillow of his death-bed there was found no 'Bible,' nor anything Egyptian, Pythagorean, or Platonic - but a book of Aristophanes. How could even Plato have endured life - a Greek life which he repudiated - without an Aristophanes!

In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering among innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge.

The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously.