A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

Many a peacock hides his peacock tail from all eyes--and calls it his pride.

Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks -- those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest.

Artists may here have a more subtle scent: they know only too well that it is precisely when they cease to act 'voluntarily' and do everything of necessity that their feeling of freedom, subtlety, fullness of power, creative placing, disposing, shaping reaches its height - in short, that necessity and 'freedom of will' are then one in them.

Spiritual strength and passion, when accompanied by bad manners, only provoke loathing.

You know a moment is important when it is making your mind go numb with beauty.

I should not believe in a God who does not dance.