It is the music in our conscience, the dance in our spirit, to which Puritan litanies, moral sermons, and goody goodness won’t chime.

It is an end with priests and gods, if man becomes scientific. Moral: science is the thing forbidden in itself - it alone is forbidden. Science is the first sin, the germ of all sin, original sin. This alones is mortality: Thou shalt not know.

Success has always been a great liar.

Pharisaism is not a degeneration in a good man: a large portion of it is rather the condition of all being-good.

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

I understand by 'freedom of spirit' something quite definite - the unconditional will to say No, where it is dangerous to say No.

That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.