He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.

There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing.

Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?

What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent : it is indecent to be a Christian today.

All idealism is falsehood in the face of necessity.