One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions.

Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature

We must be cruel as well as compassionate: let us guard against becoming poorer than nature is!

But this people has deliberately made itself stupid, for nearly a millennium: nowhere have the two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity, been abused more dissolutely.

If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved

How much beer is in German intelligence?

No one lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.