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!

There are no facts, only interpretations.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

Every week we ought to have one hour for recieving letters, then go take a bath.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.