Women and egoistic artists entertain a feeling towards science that is something composed of envy and sentimentality.

When we dream about those who are long since forgotten or dead, it is a sign that we have undergone a radical transformation and that the ground on which we live has been completely dug up: then the dead rise up, and our antiquity becomes modernity.

Possessions are usually diminished by possession.

New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.

The grand style arises when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.

Not with wrath do we kill, but with laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!