Art depends upon the inexactitude of sight.

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

Modern science has as its object as little pain as possible, as long a life as possible - hence a sort of eternal blessedness, but of a very limited kind in comparison with the promises of religion.

One can also be undignified and flattering toward a virtue.

When a man has just been greatly honored and has eaten a little he is the most generous.

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.