Whoever turns away from us might not offend us in doing so perhaps, but he certainly offends our followers.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

The most spiritual men, as the strongest, find their happiness where others would find their destruction: in the labyrinth, in hardness against themselves and others, in experiments. Their joy is self-conquest: asceticism becomes in them nature, need, and instinct. Difficult tasks are a privilege to them; to play with burdens that crush others, a recreation. Knowledge-a form of asceticism. They are the most venerable kind of man: that does not preclude their being the most cheerful and the kindliest.

I have never come across someone who could inspire more respect than the Greek philosophers.

In architecture the pride of man, his triumph over gravitation, his will to power, assume a visible form. Architecture is a sort of oratory of power by means of forms.

Our sense of the tragic waxes and wanes with our sensuality.

The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.