There are no facts, only interpretations.

I am opposed to socialism because it dreams ingenuously of good, truth, beauty, and equal rights.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

Thinking has to be learned in the way dancing has to be learned.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.

Either one does not dream, or one does so interestingly. One should learn to spend one's waking life in the same way: not at all, or interestingly.

Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?