There are two things a real man likes - danger and play; and he likes woman because she is the most dangerous of play things.

The "religion of pity" to which people would like to convert us- oh, we know well enough the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a veil and an adornment!

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

The misunderstanding of passion and reason, as if the latter were an independent entity and not rather a system of relations between various passions and desires; and as if every passion did not possess its quantum of reason.

Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.

Life, and you, and I, and all of us together became for a while interesing to ourselves once more.

Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.