Suspicious.- To admit a belief merely because it is a custom - but that means to be dishonest, cowardly, lazy! - And so could dishonesty, cowardice and laziness be the preconditions for morality?

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.

But this people has deliberately made itself stupid, for nearly a millennium: nowhere have the two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity, been abused more dissolutely.

If you buy the why, the how is infinitely bearable