I would only believe in a god who could dance. And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, and solemn: it was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall. Not by wrath does one kill but by laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!

Life is the will to power; our natural desire to dominate and reshape the world to fit our own preferences and assert our personal strength to the fullest degree.

When a man reaches his maturity in understanding and in years, the feeling comes over him that his father was wrong to beget him.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

The melancholia of everything completed!

Whoever reaches his ideal transcends it eo ipso.

I fly in dreams, I know it is my privilege, I do not recall a single situation in dreams when I was unable to fly. To execute every sort of curve and angle with a light impulse, a flying mathematics - that is so distinct a happiness that it has permanently suffused my basic sense of happiness.