How much rationality and higher protection there is in such self-deception, and how much falseness I still require in order to allow myself again and again the luxury of my sincerity.

Men are cowards when it comes to the "eternally feminine": and the little women know it.

There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.

I am not a human being, I am dynamite.

To have to fight the instincts - that is the definition of decadence: as long as life is ascending, happiness equals instinct.

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.