One must learn to love oneself ... with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink: he did not die of it but degenerated-into vice.

The degree and kind of a man's sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.

The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising.

Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.

Every society has a tendency to reduce it's opponents to caricatures.

What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically but the senselessness of suffering.

Anyone who has looked deeply into the world may guess how much wisdom lies in the superficiality of men. The instinct that preserves them teaches them to be flighty light, and false.

Behind a remarkable scholar one finds, not infrequently, a mediocre man, and behind a mediocre artist quite often-a very remarkable man.