Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence.

Every word instantly becomes a concept precisely insofar as it is not supposed to serve as a reminder of the unique and entirely individual original experience to which it owes its origin; but rather, a word becomes a concept insofar as it simultaneously has to fit countless more or less similar cases -- which means, purely and simply, cases which are never equal and thus altogether unequal.

Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

Natural death is independent of all reason and is really an irrational death, in which the pitiable substance of the shell determines how long the kernel is to exist or not; in which, accordingly, the stunted, diseased and dull witted jailer is lord, and indicates the moment at which his distinguished prisoner shall die.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.