A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects . . .

Faith, indeed, has up to the present not been able to move real mountains, although I do not know who assumed that it could. But it can put mountains where there are none.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

I am one thing, my writings are another.