When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.
The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
The most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.
Fear is the mother of morality.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man.
A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.
The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell.
The abdomen is the reason why man does not readily take himself to be a god.
War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.
When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.
The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
Is Wagner a human being at all? Is he not rather a disease? He contaminates everything he touches – he has made music sick.
Art raises its head where creeds relax.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.