Without music, life would be a mistake.
The false contrasts which the people, and consequently the language, believes in, are always dangerous fetters which impede the march of truth.
To some people you may give not your hand, but only a slap with a paw: and I would at your paw might also have claws.
Was it not because I loved man all-too-much? Now I love God. man I love not. Man is for me too imperfect a thing. Love of man would kill me.
A thinker cannot do other than convert his physical condition into the most highly intellectual of forms –this act of transformation is philosophy.
But I suffer and have suffered with them: prisoners are they unto me, and stigmatised ones. He whom they call Saviour put them in fetters:— In fetters of false values and fatuous words! Oh, that some one would save them from their Saviour!
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.'
What do you regard as most humane? To spare someone shame.
Why should one live? All is vain! To live- that is to thresh straw; to live- that is to burn oneself and yet not get warm.
There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.
This demand follows from an insight first formulated by me: that there are no moral facts whatever.
Creating—that is the great salvation from suffering, and life's alleviation. But for the creator to appear, suffering itself is needed, and much transformation.