You wanted to destroy philosophy and poetry in order to make room for religion and morality which you misunderstood: but you wereable to destroy only yourself.

An artist is he for whom the goal and center of life is to form his mind.

The life of the artist should be distinguished from that of all other people, even in external habits. They are Brahmins, a higher caste, not ennobled by birth, however, but through deliberate self-initiation.

The obsession with moderation is the spirit of castrated narrow-mindedness.

With respect to ingenious subconsciousness, I think, philosophers might well rival poets.

Publication is to thinking as childbirth is to the first kiss.

Even a friendly conversation which cannot be at any given moment be broken off voluntarily with complete arbitrariness has something illiberal about it. An artist, however, who is able and wants to express himself completely, who keeps nothing to himself and would wish to say everything he knows, is very much to be pitied.