I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.

He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.

There is a lake that one day refused to flow away and threw up a dam at the place where it had before flowed out and since then this lake has always risen higher and higher. Perhaps the very act of renunciation provides us with the strength to bear it ; perhaps man will rise ever higher and higher when he no longer flows out into a God.

The god on the cross is a curse on life, a signpost to seek redemption from life; Dionysus cut to pieces is a promise of life: it will be eternally reborn and return again from destruction

No victor believes in chance.

Life without music is only error, exhaustion, exile... Indeed, there is nothing that concerns me more than the fate of music.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!