Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

I call a lie: wanting not to see something one does see, wanting not to see something as one sees it... The most common lie is the lie one tells to oneself; lying to others is relatively the exception.

Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.

The will to truth is merely the longing for a stable world.

How difficult it is to live when one feels that the judgment of many millenniums is around one and against one.

The surest aid in combating the male's disease of self-contempt is to be loved by a clever woman.

Every tradition grows continually more venerable, and the more remote its origins, the more this is lost sight of. The veneration paid the tradition accumulates from generation to generation, until it at last becomes holy and excites awe.