A heart full of courage and cheerfulness needs a little danger from time to time, or the world gets unbearable.

The melancholia of everything completed!

So long as the priest, that professional negator, slanderer and poisoner of life, is regarded as a superior type of human being, there cannot be any answer to the question: What is Truth?

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

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.

Indeed, what forces us at all to suppose that there is an essential opposition of 'true' and 'false'? Is it not sufficient to assume degrees of apparentness and, as it were, lighter and darker shadows and shades of appearance- different 'values', to use the language of painters?