Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.

Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.

We have to learn how to come out of unclean situations cleaner than we were, and even how to wash ourselves with dirty water whenwe need to.