The perpetration of a crime is accompanied by illness!
The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence.
Put away your gods and come and worship ours, or we will kill you and your gods!
The more incompetent one feels, the more eager he is to fight.
Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.
Whether one showed you and execution or a little finger, you would extract an equally edifying thought from both of them, and would still be content. That’s the way to get on in life.
Everything seems stupid when it fails.
Civilization has made man, if not always more bloodthirsty, at least more viciously, more horribly bloodthirsty.
Who doesn’t desire his fathers death?
Life had stepped into the place of theory.
Hang your merit. I don’t seek anyone’s approbation.
I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.
Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled.
And yet I am convinced that man will never give up true suffering- that is, destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole root of consciousness.
And if there’s love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.
After all, bluff and real emotion exist so easily side by side.
I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.
And you’re sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes – you’re sorry, for you didn’t even have time to fall in love...
Never mind a little dirt, if the goal is splendid!
What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like smoke.