Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

The architect represents neither a Dionysian nor an Apollinian condition: here it is the mighty act of will, the will which moves mountains, the intoxication of the strong will, which demands artistic expression. The most powerful men have always inspired the architects; the architect has always been influenced by power.

He who seeks intelligence lacks intelligence.

Those who create are hard of heart.

The various languages placed side by side show that with words it is never a question of truth, never a question of adequate expression; otherwise, there would not be so many languages. The 'thing in itself' (which is precisely what the pure truth, apart from any of its consequences, would be) is likewise something quite incomprehensible to the creator of language and something not in the least worth striving for.