A married philosopher belongs to comedy.

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.

Having become conscious of the truth he once perceived, man now sees only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence, he now understands the symbolic element in Ophelia's fate, he now recognizes the wisdom of the woodland god, Silenus: it nauseates him.

Those are my enemies: they want to overthrow and to construct nothing themselves. They say: "All that is worthless"--and want to create no value themselves.

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

I can still stand on life's narrowest footing: but who would I be were I to show you this art. Would you like to see a ropedancer?

Only ideas won by walking have any value.