No Artist Will Tolerate The World For

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Other Than It Is, Not In The Future, Not In The Past, Not In All Eternity.

What Do I Care About The Purring Of One Who Cannot Love, Like The Cat?

And So While Dreams Are The Individual Man's Play With Reality, The Sculptor's Art Is (in A Broader Sense) The Play With Dreams.

One Should Part From Life As Odysseus Parted From Nausicaa-blessing It Rather Than In Love With It.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.