One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.

I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

When gods die, they always die many sorts of death.

Only as an aesthetic product can the world be justified to all eternity.

One who is always deeply involved in what he is doing is above all embarrassment.

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.