I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.

In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.

Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man?

There is such a thing as a hatred of lies and dissimulation, which is the outcome of a delicate sense of humor; there is also the selfsame hatred but as the result of cowardice, in so far as falsehood is forbidden by Divine law. Too cowardly to lie.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.

Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

All idealists imagine that the causes they serve are fundamentally better than any other causes in the world, and they refuse to believe that if their cause is to flourish at all it requires precisely the same foul-smelling manure that is necessary to all other human undertakings.