Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy.

To take something from a person and keep it for oneself: that is robbery. To take something from one person and then turn it over to another in exchange for as much money as you can get: that is business. Robbery is so much more stupid, since it is satisfied with a single, frequently dangerous profit; whereas in business it can be doubled without danger.

Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy.

Desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual ideal of hell and its horror.

When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.

Nature’s constantly screaming with all its shapes and scents: love each other! Love each other! Do as the flowers. There’s only love.

The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.