Liberalism is the transformation of mankind into cattle.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.

Our salvation lies not in knowing, but in creating!

Has anyone...any distinct notion of what poets of a stronger age understood by the word inspiration? ... There is an ecstasy such that the immese strain of it is sometimes relaxed by a flood of tears, along with which one's steps either rush or involuntarily lag, alternately. There is the feeling that one is completely out of hand, with the very distinct consciousness of an endless number of fine thrills and quiverings to the very toes... Everything happens quite involuntarily, as if in a tempestuous outburst of freedom, of absoluteness, of power and divinity.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!

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