Without the perpetual counterfeiting of the universe by number, man could not continue to live

I am afraid that old women are more skeptical in their most secret heart of hearts than any man: they believe in the superficiality of existence as in its essence, and all virtue and profundity is to them merely a veil over this "truth," a most welcome veil over a pudendum--and so a matter of decency and modesty, and nothing else.

Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.

Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.

What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.

"God", "the immortality of the soul", "salvation", "the beyond"-even as a child I had no time for such notions, I do not waste any time upon them-maybe I was never childish enough for that?

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.