"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!

Animals know nothing of themselves, and they also know nothing of the world.

In this state one enriches everything out of one's own fullness: whatever one sees, whatever wills is seen swelled, taut, strong, overloaded with strength. A man in this state transforms things until they mirror his power—until they are reflections of his perfection. This having to transform into perfection is—art.

The deeper minds of all ages have had pity for animals.

We must learn to love, learn to be kind, and this from the earliest youth; if education or chance give us no opportunity to practice these feelings, our soul becomes dry and unsuited even to understanding the tender inventions of loving people.

I live in my own place - have never copied anyone even half, and at any master who lacks the grace - to laugh at himself - I laugh.

I desire that your conjectures should not reach beyond your creative will. Could you create a god? Then do not speak to me of any gods.