Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
Faith makes blessed. Consequently it lies.
Respectability offends my taste.
Every step forward is made at the cost of mental and physical pain to someone.
At the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory.
It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence.