Art Is The Proper Task Of Life.

I Have Not The Capability To Give You My Loyalty, Nor Do I Have The Vanity To Appear As If I Did.

Rejoicing In Our Joy, Not Suffering Over Our Suffering, Makes Someone A Friend.

Good Prose Is Written Only Face To Face With Poetry.

When Zarathustra Was Alone . . . He Said To His Heart: "could It Be Possible! This Old Saint In The Forest Hath Not Yet Heard Of It, That God Is Dead!"

A Degree Of Culture, And Assuredly A Very High One, Is Attained When Man Rises Above Superstitions And Religious Notions And Fears, And, For Instance, No Longer Believes In Guardian Angels Or In Original Sin, And Has Also Ceased To Talk Of The Salvation Of His Soul.