What an age experiences as evil is usually an untimely reverberation echoing what was previously experienced as good--the atavismof an older ideal.

I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.

The criminal is quite frequently not equal to his deed: he belittles and slanders it.

Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly!

Everything matters. Nothing's important.

All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.