[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.

When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.

He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.

As refined fare serves a hungry man as well as and no better than coarser food, the more pretentious artist will not dream of inviting the hungry man to his meal.

A change of values - that means, a change of the creators of values. He who has to be a creator always has to destroy.

A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

Inaction, letting be, neither creating nor destroying--that is my evil. And also the knower as one without desire.