When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.

What convinces is not necessarily true-it is merely convincing: a note for asses.

The command 'become hard! ', the deep conviction that all creators are hard, is the really distinctive sign of a Dionysian nature.

There is no pre-established harmony between the furtherance of truth and the well-being of mankind.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Assuming that we have trained our imagination to denounce the past, we will not suffer much from unfulfilled wishes.