I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.

The biologist passes. The frog stays the same.

Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.

One must either take an interest in the human situation or else parade before the void.

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.

We find it easy to believe that praise is sincere: why should anyone lie in telling us the truth?