The value of many men and books rests solely on their faculty for compelling all to seek out the most hidden and intimate things.

I obviously do everything to be "hard to understand" myself

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

The living is merely a type of what is dead, and a very rare type.

Be your self! All you are now doing, thinking, desiring, is not you yourself.

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.