An artist chooses his subjects: that is the way he praises.

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

Probability but no truth, facility but no freedom--it is owing to these two fruits that the tree of knowledge cannot be confused with the tree of life.

The elimination of the will altogether and the switching off of the emotions all and sundry, is tantamount to the elimination of reason: intellectual castration.

When we have a great goal we are superior even to justice, not merely to our deeds and our judges.

Nothing seems to me to be rarer today then genuine hypocrisy. I greatly suspect that this plant finds the mild atmosphere of our culture unendurable. Hypocrisy has its place in the ages of strong belief: in which even when one is compelled to exhibit a different belief one does not abandon the belief one already has.

The hypocrite who always plays one and the same part ceases at last to be a hypocrite.