In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.

As a result, nature is something entirely different from what comes to mind when we invoke its name.

It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.

When on a Sunday morning we hear the old bells ring out, we ask ourselves, "Is it possible! This is done on account of a Jew crucified two thousand years ago who said he was the Son of God. The proof of such an assertion is wanting".

In the beautiful, man sets himself up as the standard of perfection; in select cases he worships himself in it. Man believes that the world itself is filled with beauty -he forgets that it is he who has created it. He alone has bestowed beauty upon the world -alas! only a very human, an all too human, beauty.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.