That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.

We have art so that we shall not die of reality.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

Whoever commits to paper what he suffers becomes a melancholy author: but he becomes a serious author when he tells us what he suffered and why he now reposes in joy.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?

In laughter all that is evil comes together, but is pronounced holy and absolved by its own bliss.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.