Not with wrath do we kill, but with laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!

Let thy virtue be too high for the familiarity of names, and if thou must speak of it, be not ashamed to stammer about it.

A Dionysian life task needs the hardness of the hammer and one of its first essentials is without doubt the joy to be found even in destruction.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.

Concerning great things one should either be silent or speak loftily.

The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.

The command 'become hard! ', the deep conviction that all creators are hard, is the really distinctive sign of a Dionysian nature.