The great end of art is to strike the imagination with the power of a soul that refuses to admit defeat even in the midst of a collapsing world.

I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.

For the woman, the man is a means: the end is always the child.

The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!

In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

He who does not lie does not know what truth is.

If you wish to understand a philosopher, do not ask what he says, but find out what he wants