Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship.

Christianity has taken the part of all the weak, the low, the botched; it has made an ideal out of antagonism to all the self preservative instincts of sound life; it has corrupted even the faculties of those natures that are intellectually most vigorous, by representing the highest intellectual values as sinful, as misleading, as full of temptation.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.

When horror is associated with what is harmful, evil results, when disgust does, badness.