Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

All modern philosophizing is political, policed by governments, churches, academics, custom, fashion, and human cowardice, all off which limit it to a fake learnedness.

Phlegmatic natures can be inspired to enthusiasm only by being made into fanatics.

No artist tolerates reality.

Every man has his price. This is not true. But for every man there exists a bait which he cannot resist swallowing.

You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.