All good things were formerly bad things; every original sin has turned into an original virtue.

But thought is one thing, the deed is another, and the image of the deed still another: the wheel of causality does not roll between them.

My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.

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

The humanity of famous intellectuals lies in being wrong with gracious courtesy when dealing with those who are not famous.

Go through the towns and ask yourselves whether these people should reproduce! Let them go to their whores!

The inability to lie is far from the love of truth.