The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.

Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

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

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication

Art is the proper task of life.