There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

For out of fear and need each religion is born, creeping into existence on the byways of reason.

A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

"Faith" means not wanting to know what is true.

Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.

In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.

What is it: is man only a blunder of God, or God only a blunder of man?

The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession…

The advantage of a bad memory is that one can enjoy the same good things for the first time several times.

In heaven all the interesting people are missing.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.

Moralities and religions are the principal means by which one can make whatever one wishes out of man, provided one possesses a superfluity of creative forces and can assert one's will over long periods of time — in the form of legislation, religions, and customs.

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.

I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty — I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind.

The very word "Christianity" is a misunderstanding — in truth, there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.

Madness is the exception in individuals but the rule in groups.

I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance.

You great star, what would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?

I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.

Morality is herd instinct in the individual.