A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.

In those days it was possible for a Greek to flee from an over-abundant reality as though it were but the tricky scheming off the imagination-and to flee, not like Plato into the land of eternal ideas, into the workshop off the world-creator, feasting one's eyes on the unblemished unbreakable archetypes, but into the rigor mortis off the coldest emptiest concept off all, the concept of being.

The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes.

Truth is only an illusion we have forgotten is an illusion.

The criminal type is the type of the strong human being under unfavorable circumstances: a strong human being made sick.

There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us. They will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how you use them.

In compassionate men, severity is a virtue.