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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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…

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.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

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

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

No one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any.