I fear animals regard man as a creature of their own kind which has in a highly dangerous fashion lost its healthy animal reason - as the mad animal, as the laughing animal, as the weeping animal, as the unhappy animal.

And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to cast out their devil entered into the swine themselves.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.

Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.

It is very noble hypocrisy not to talk of one's self.

The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity. To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.