The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.

Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!

And when your soul becometh great, then doth it become haughty, and in your sublimity there is wickedness.

We would not let ourselves be burned to death for our opinions: we are not sure enough of them for that.

Energy wasted on negative ends.

Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.

Where one despises, one cannot wage war.