The command 'become hard! ', the deep conviction that all creators are hard, is the really distinctive sign of a Dionysian nature.

Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it.

You may lie with your mouth, but with the mouth you make as you do so you none the less tell the truth.

Man's task is simple. He should cease letting his existence be a thoughtless accident.

We find nothing easier than being wise, patient, superior. We drip with the oil of forbearance and sympathy, we are absurdly just, we forgive everything. For that very reason we ought to discipline ourselves a little; for that very reason we ought to cultivate a little emotion, a little emotional vice, from time to time. It may be hard for us; and among ourselves we may perhaps laugh at the appearance we thus present. But what of that! We no longer have any other mode of self-overcoming available to us: this is our asceticism, our penance.

Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

One pays dearly for being immortal: one must die many times during his life.