“In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.”

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.

All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.