In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

The world is a work of art that gives birth to itself.

God created woman. And boredom did indeed cease from that moment-but many other things ceased as well!

A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.