Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.

Whereas the Greeks gave to will the boundaries of reason, we have come to put the will's impulse in the very center of reason, which has, as a result, become deadly.

We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?

For a man who loves power, competition from the gods is annoying. I have done away with that. I have proven to these illusory godsthat a man, if he has the will, can practice, without any apprenticeship, their ridiculous trade.

Find your happiness in yourself.