Beware Of Spitting Against The Wind!

Art Is Not Merely An Imitation Of The Reality Of Nature, But In Truth A Metaphysical Supplement To The Reality Of Nature, Placed Alongside Thereof For Its Conquest.

History Is Nothing More Than The Belief In The Senses, The Belief In Falsehood.

For Art To Exist, For Any Sort Of Aesthetic Activity To Exist, A Certain Physiological Precondition Is Indispensable: Intoxication.

For Nothing Is More Democratic Than Logic; It Is No Respecter Of Persons And Makes No Distinction Between Crooked And Straight Noses.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.