Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

This indictment of Christianity I will write on all walls, wherever there are walls - I have letters to make even the blind see

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

We, the generous and rich in spirit, who stand at the sides of the streets like open fountains and would hinder no one drinking from us. . . .

Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

A great value of antiquity lies in the fact that its writings are the only ones that modern men still read with exactness.