A moral system valid for all is basically immoral.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.

Man is not equally moral at all hours, this is well known. If his morality is judged to be the capability for great self-sacrificing resolutions and self-denial (which, when continuous and grown habitual, are called holiness)

His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.

One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.

Antithesis is the narrow gateway through which error most prefers to worm its way towards truth.