In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what there is to love in man is that he is a going-over and a going-under.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

If you have an enemy, do not requite him evil with good, for that would put him to shame. Rather prove that he did you some good.

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?

It was Christianity, with its heartfelt resentment against life, that first made something unclean of sexuality: it threw filth on the origin, on the essential fact of our life.