Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!

The vanity of others runs counter to our taste only when it runs counter to our vanity.

Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!

So long as men praise you, you can only be sure that you are not yet on your own true path but on someone else's.

The parasites live where the great have little secret sores.

One is not converted to christianity; one must be morbid enough for it.

But let me open up my heart to you completely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I bear not being a god! Hence, there areno gods. I drew this conclusion, to be sure--but now it draws me.