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

Because men really respect only that which was founded of old and has developed slowly, he who wants to live on after his death must take care not only of his posterity but even more of his past.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

He who attains his ideal, precisely thereby surpasses it.

After all, what would be "beautiful" if the contradiction had not first become conscious of itself, if the ugly had not first said to itself: "I am ugly"?.

Remain true to the earth.

Antithesis is the narrow gateway through which error most prefers to worm its way towards truth.