The Christian church is an encyclopedia of prehistoric cults.

The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.

Certitude drives people mad.

About what we neither know nor feel precisely while awake-whether we have a good or a bad conscience toward a certain person-our dreams instruct us fully and unambiguously.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

Three metamorphoses of the spirit I relate to you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.