To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

Man Is Something That Must Be Overcome

That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.

He who laughs best today, will also laughs last.

The dyed-in-the-wool teacher takes everything seriously only with respect to his students--himself included.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.