He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

The beating of drums, which delights young writers who serve a party, sounds to him who does not belong to the party line like a rattling of chains, and excites sympathy rather than admiration.

Where neither love nor hatred is in the game, a woman's game is mediocre.

[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.

As much as possible, and this as quickly as possible: that is what the great mental and emotional illness craves that is variously called "present" or "culture," but that is actually a symptom of consumption.

No power can be maintained when it is only represented by hypocrites.

The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.