In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.

The universe without music would be madness.

One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge.

I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, and the one great instinct of revenge, for which no means are venomous enough, or secret, subterranean and small enough - I call it the one immortal blemish on the human race.

No power can be maintained when it is only represented by hypocrites.

Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence.

Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?