For if there's no everlasting God, there's no such thing as virtue, and there's no need of it.
We sometimes choose absolute nonsense because in our foolishness we see in that nonsense the easiest means for attaining a supposed advantage.
Paradise... lies hidden within all of us...
Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.
Those innocent eyes cut my soul like a razor...however, in a depraved man this, too, might be only a sensual attraction.
Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything.
You see, there's a theory current you're insane, or you lean strongly in that direction.
Is it not I myself who am to blame, instead of them?
Sometimes I'd hate to talk to anyone, and at other times I'd not only talk to people, but would even take it into my head to be friends with them.