The bite of conscience is indecent.

The ability to suffer is a small matter - weak women and even slaves can acheive virtuosity in that.

And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to cast out their devil entered into the swine themselves.

Knowledge kills action; action requires the veils of illusion.

With deep men, as with deep wells, it takes a long time for anything that falls into them to hit bottom. Onlookers, who almost never wait long enough, readily suppose that such men are callous and unresponsive--or even boring.

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles whe na carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. Ina man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.

One is most dishonest to one's god: he is not allowed to sin.