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

The relatives of a suicide hold it against him that out of consideration for their reputation he did not remain alive.

However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.

The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.

Every characteristic absence of spirituality, every piece of common vulgarity, is due to an inability to resist a stimulus - you have to react, you follow every impulse.

Priests ... these turkey-cocks of God.

Sometimes we remain true to a cause simply because its opponents are unfailingly tasteless.