Our salvation lies not in knowing, but in creating!

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

How difficult it is to live when one feels that the judgment of many millenniums is around one and against one.

The god on the cross is a curse on life, a signpost to seek redemption from life; Dionysus cut to pieces is a promise of life: it will be eternally reborn and return again from destruction

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

Why couldn't the world that concerns us- be a fiction? And if somebody asked, 'but to be a fiction there surely belongs an author?'- couldn't one answer simply: 'Why? Doesn't this "belongs" perhaps belong to the fiction, too?'

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.