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

I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.

To one who is accustomed to thinking a lot, every new thought that he hears or reads about immediately appears as a link in a chain.

It is certainly not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable.

In the end one only experiences oneself.