His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.

For the longest time, marriage has had a guilty conscience about itself. Should we believe it?--Yes, we should believe it.

THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.

A letter is an unannounced visit, the postman the agent of rude surprises. One ought to reserve an hour a week for receiving letters and afterwards take a bath.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

The will to power can express itself only against resistances; it seeks that which resists it--this is the native tendency of theamoeba when it extends its pseudopodia and gropes around.

In laughter all that is evil comes together, but is pronounced holy and absolved by its own bliss.