Man Is Something That Is

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

I No Longer Want To Walk On Worn Soles.

The Surest Sign Of The Estrangement Of The Opinions Of Two Persons Is When They Both Say Something Ironical To Each Other And Neither Of Them Feels The Irony.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief