I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Thus the man who is responsive to artistic stimuli reacts to the reality of dreams as does the philosopher to the reality of existence; he observes closely, and he enjoys his observation: for it is out of these images that he interprets life, out of these processes that he trains himself for life.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

One should steal only where one cannot rob.

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.

I welcome all the signs indicating that a more manly and warlike age is commencing, which will, above all, bring heroism again into honour!

We criticize a man or a book most sharply when we sketch out their ideal.