Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have "improved".

At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.

Many a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence... and loathing seizes him.

I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his 'divine service.'