No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

We come to recognize that playfulness, as a philosophical stance, can be very serious indeed; and moreover, that it possesses an unfailing capacity to arouse ridicule and hostility in those among us who crave certainty, reverence, and restraint.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.

there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.

I obviously do everything to be "hard to understand" myself

The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.