Whoever regards human beings as a herd and flees them as swiftly as he can will no doubt be overtaken by them and impaled on theirhorns.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.

Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!