Without art we would be nothing but foreground and live entirely in the spell of that perspective which makes what is closest at hand and most vulgar appear as if it were vast, and reality itself.

An important species of pleasure, and therewith the source of morality, arises out of habit.

These four, however, seek the freedom of their will at the very point where they are most securely chained. It is as if the silkworm sought freedom of will in spinning. What is the reason?

Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard.

And this do I call immaculate perception of all things: to want nothing else from them, but to be allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a hundred facets.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.