There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

Parasitism is the only practice of the church; with its ideal of anaemia, its holiness, draining all blood, all love, all hope for life; the beyond as the will to negate every reality; the cross as the mark of recognition for the most subterranean conspiracy that ever existed-against health, beauty, whatever has turned out well, courage, spirit, graciousness of the soul, against life itself.

Animals know nothing of themselves, and they also know nothing of the world.

...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.

Socrates and Plato are right: whatever man does he always does well, that is, he does that which seems to him good (useful) according to the degree of his intellect, the particular standard of his reasonableness.

Oh, how much is today hidden by science! Oh, how much it is expected to hide!