“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.”

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.

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die.

Man is something that shall be overcome. Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman – a rope over an abyss.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called Ego.

If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you.

The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.

You are not the car you drive.

I’ve been into fashion since birth. I grew up in the ‘hood, and everybody in the ‘hood wants to compensate for being in poverty, so they want to look good to keep themselves up.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

The grass is always greener over the septic tank.

I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.

People are beautifully made just like flowers in the garden!