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!

Live so that thou mayest desire to live again - that is thy duty - for in any case thou wilt live again!

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

The ability to suffer is a small matter - weak women and even slaves can acheive virtuosity in that.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.

Sometimes we owe a friend to the lucky circumstance that we give him no cause for envy.

He who bears injustice alone is terrible to behold.