It was Christianity, with its heartfelt resentment against life, that first made something unclean of sexuality: it threw filth on the origin, on the essential fact of our life.

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects . . .

Having become conscious of the truth he once perceived, man now sees only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence, he now understands the symbolic element in Ophelia's fate, he now recognizes the wisdom of the woodland god, Silenus: it nauseates him.

He who does not need to lie is proud of not being a liar.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

The charm of the Platonic mode of thought ... consisted precisely in the resistance to the obvious evidence of the senses.

Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.