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

To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.

He who does not need to lie is proud of not being a liar.

What an age experiences as evil is usually an untimely reverberation echoing what was previously experienced as good--the atavismof an older ideal.

Has a woman who knew she was well-dressed ever caught a cold?

All good things were formerly bad things; every original sin has turned into an original virtue.

"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!