And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.

The tragedy is that we cannot believe the dogmas of religion and metaphysics if we have the strict methods of truth in heart and head, but on the other hand, we have become through the development of humanity so tenderly suffering that we need the highest kind of means of salvation and consolation: whence arises the danger that man may bleed to death through the truth that he realises.

Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man?

Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

Beware of spitting against the wind!

Nothing seems to me to be rarer today then genuine hypocrisy. I greatly suspect that this plant finds the mild atmosphere of our culture unendurable. Hypocrisy has its place in the ages of strong belief: in which even when one is compelled to exhibit a different belief one does not abandon the belief one already has.