The world is a work of art that gives birth to itself.

At the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory.

Where there is the tree of knowledge, there is always Paradise: so say the most ancient and most modern serpents.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.

Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.

The weak and the botched shall perish: first principle of our charity.

The highest type of free men should be sought where the highest resistance is constantly overcome: five steps from tyranny, close to the threshold of the danger of servitude.