“That which is done out of love is always beyond good and evil.”

There are no facts, only interpretations.

Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man?

The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

Art is the proper task of life.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

Madness is something rare in individuals – but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Man is the cruelest animal.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

A great cause of evil in the world is that men seldom think themselves criminal if they offer the same injustice to others that has been successfully practiced on themselves.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

Savage, despicable evil. That’s what we were fighting in Iraq.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

The most personal thing I’ve put in [Touch of Evil] is my hatred of the abuse of police power. It’s better to see a murderer go free than for a policeman to abuse his power.