Music heals all forms of misery
If something is to stay in the memory it must be burned in: only that which never ceases hurting stays in the memory.
Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.
Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.
The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.
Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once I
One sticks to an opinion because he prides himself on having come to it on his own, and another because he has taken great pains to learn it and is proud to have grasped it: and so both do so out of v...
A real man wants two things: danger and play. Therefore he wants woman as the most dangerous plaything. Man shall be educated for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly.
We do not belong to those who have ideas only among books, when stimulated by books. It is our habit to think outdoors - walking, leaping, climbing, dancing, preferably on lonely mountains or near the...
Behind all their personal vanity, women themselves always have an impersonal contempt for woman.
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
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.
Is Wagner a human being at all? Is he not rather a disease? He contaminates everything he touches - he has made music sick.
As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.
What is it: is man only a blunder of God or God only a blunder of man?
A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still.
What does not destroy me makes me strong.
The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.
Thus I spoke, more and more softly; for I was afraid of my own thoughts and the thoughts behind my thoughts.