Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.

What is evil?-Whatever springs from weakness.

The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.

When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.

I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! "Uniform" one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide!

The woman and the genius do not work. Up to now, woman has been mankind's supreme luxury. In all those moments when we do our best, we do not work. Work is merely a means to these moments.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.