I have given a name to my pain, and call it "dog".

Thinking evil is making evil.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Faith, indeed, has up to the present not been able to move real mountains, although I do not know who assumed that it could. But it can put mountains where there are none.

What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent : it is indecent to be a Christian today.

It is only great pain--that slow, sustained pain that takes its time, in which we are, as it were, burned with smoldering green firewood--that forces us philosophers to sink to our ultimate profundity and to do away with all the trust, everything good-natured, veil-imposing, mild and middling, on which we may have previously based our humanity. I doubt that such a pain makes us 'better'--but I know that it makes us deeper.

The bite of conscience, like the bite of a dog into a stone, is a stupidity.