The destiny of mankind is arranged for happy moments every life has such but not for happy times.

Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?

He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

Only individuals have a sense of responsibility.

The radical hostility, the deadly hostility against sensuality, is always a symptom to reflect on: it entitles us to suppositions concerning the total state of one who is excessive in this manner.

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

One must need to be strong, otherwise one will never become strong.