In a man devoted to knowledge, pity seems almost ridiculous, like delicate hands on a cyclops.

Fear is the mother of morality.

One is fruitful only at the cost of being rich in contradictions.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for himself.

The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.

All names of good and evil are images; they do not speak out, they only hint. He is a fool who seeks knowledge from them.

To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general.