Perhaps no one as yet has been truthful enough about what "truthfulness" is.

All human life is sunk deep in untruth; the individual cannot pull it out of this well without growing profoundly annoyed with his entire past, without finding his present motives (like honor) senseless, and without opposing scorn and disdain to the passions that urge one on to the future and to the happiness in it.

What good is all this free-thinking, modernity, and turncoat flexibility if at some gut level you are still a Christian, a Catholic, and even a priest!

When I was twelve years old I thought up an odd trinity: namely, God the Father, God the Son, and God the Devil. My inference wasthat God, in contemplating himself, created the second person of the godhead; but that, in order to be able to contemplate himself, he had to contemplate, and thus to create, his opposite.--With this I began to do philosophy.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

A real fox calls sour not only those grapes that he cannot reach but also those that he has reached and taken away from others.

I can still stand on life's narrowest footing: but who would I be were I to show you this art. Would you like to see a ropedancer?