The best belongs to me and mine; and if we are not given it, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the most robust thoughts, the fairest women!

you must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

What is it that endowed things with meaning, value, significance? The creating heart, which desired, and, out of its desire, created. It created joy and woe. It wanted to satiate itself with woe. We must take all the suffering that has been endured by men and animals upon ourselves and affirm it, and possess a goal in which it acquires reason.

No artist will tolerate the world for one second as it is.

One cannot read the New Testament without acquired admiration for whatever it abuses not to speak of the "wisdom of this world," which an impudent wind bag tries to dispose of "by the foolishness of preaching."