Why is it that wellnesses are not as contagious as illnesses--generally speaking, but also especially regarding taste? Or are there epidemics of health?

We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.

Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence.

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort; their delight is self-mastery; in them asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, as instinct.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.