Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
Is man one of God’s blunders? Or is God one of man’s blunders?
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
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.
To be ashamed of one’s immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one’s morality.
I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his ‘divine service.’
In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called ‘Ego’.
Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?