Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.

To have to fight the instincts - that is the definition of decadence: as long as life is ascending, happiness equals instinct.

We are all afraid of the truth.

The criminal type is the type of the strong human being under unfavorable circumstances: a strong human being made sick.

However closely people are attached to one another, their mutual horizon nonetheless includes all four compass directions, and nowand again they notice it.

Nothing is more pathological in our pathological modernity than this disease of Christian pity.

One has been a poor spectator of life if one has not witnessed the hand - that kills from mercy.