“There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.”

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

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.