Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

Warfare is the father of all good things, it is also the father of good prose!

The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.

It is so little true that martyrs offer any support to the truth of a cause that I am inclined to deny that any martyr has ever had anything to do with the truth at all.

Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.

If that glad message of your Bible were written in your faces, you would not need to demand belief in the authority of that book in such stiff-necked fashion.