Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

Once we have found ourselves, we must understand how from time to time to lose--and then to find--ourselves once again: assuming,that is, that we are thinkers. For a thinker it is a drawback to be bound to a single person all the time.

We ought to face our destiny with courage.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

It is the music in our conscience, the dance in our spirit, to which Puritan litanies, moral sermons, and goody goodness won’t chime.

I am no man, I am dynamite.