No One Can Draw More

The Body Is A Big Sagacity, A Plurality With One Sense, A War And A Peace, A Flock And A Shepherd.

The Hypocrite Who Always Plays One And The Same Part Ceases At Last To Be A Hypocrite.

I Could Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance... And Now A God Dances Through Me.

Is Wagner A Human Being At All? Is He Not Rather A Disease? He Contaminates Everything He Touches - He Has Made Music Sick.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.