Let's develop theories, patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them – acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let's cut a path in life and then go immediately against that path. Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't even wish to be, and don't even wish to taken for being.

Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!

I never had anyone I could call “Master”. No Christ died for me. No Buddha showed me the right path. In the depths of my dreams no Apollo or Athena appeared to me to enlighten my soul

To live strikes me as a metaphysical mistake of matter, a dereliction of inaction.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.