Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.

I feel all those human beings to be pernicious who can no longer oppose what they love: they thereby ruin the best things and people.

All idealism is falsehood in the face of necessity.

Stupid as a man, say the women: cowardly as a woman, say the men. Stupidity in a woman is unwomanly.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

For let us not underestimate the Christian: the Christian, false to the point of innocence, is far above the ape-regarding Christians, a well known theory of descent becomes a mere compliment.