No one lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.
You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.
Love is blind friendship closes its eyes.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
Without music life would be a mistake.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.
When marrying, ask yourself this question Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age Everything else in marriage is transitory.
The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.
Hold a true friend with both your hands.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
This is the hardest of all to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.
I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendousa crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.
Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces obstinacy, it sharpens the sense of alienation and strengthens the power of resistance.
Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it it is the future that makes laws for us today.
Not a few who meant to drive out their demons went thereby into the swine themselves.
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him
In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.
Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.
If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.