I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.

Whoever turns away from us might not offend us in doing so perhaps, but he certainly offends our followers.

The anarchist and the Christian have a common origin.

In being wildly natural we recover best from being unnatural, from being spiritual.

Gradually it has become clear to me what every great philosophy so far has been: namely, the personal confession of its author and a kind of involuntary and unconscious memoir.