I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

This sign I give you: every people speaks its tongue of good and evil, which the neighbor does not understand. It has invented its own language of customs and rights.

God is a too palpably clumsy answer; an answer which shows a lack of delicacy towards us thinkers-fundamentally, even a crude prohibition to us: you shall not think!

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

There was at all events one advantage in the choice of this day to my birth; my birthday throughout the whole of my childhood was a day of public rejoicing.