Man, full of emptiness and torn apart with homesickness for the desert has had to create from within himself an adventure, a torture-chamber, an unsafe and hazardous wilderness- this fool, this prisoner consumed with longing and despair, became the inventor of 'bad conscience'.

Where one despises, one cannot wage war.

Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Whether in conversation we generally agree or disagree with others is largely a matter of habit: the one tendency makes as much sense as the other.

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.