Man demands truth and fulfills this demand in moral intercourse with other men; this is the basis of all social life. One anticipates the unpleasant consequences of reciprocal lying. From this there arises the duty of truth. We permit epic poets to lie because we expect no detrimental consequences in this case. Thus the lie is permitted where it is considered something pleasant. Assuming that it does no harm, the lie is beautiful and charming.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.

Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!

...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

You want to be paid as well, you virtuous! You want reward for virtue, and heaven for earth, and eternity for your today?