How good bad music and bad reasons sound when we are marching into battle against an enemy.
In revenge and in love woman is more barbaric than man is.
In war personal revenge maintains its silence.
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
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.
There is no better soporific and sedative than skepticism.
How little it takes to make us happy! The sound of a bagpipe. Without music life would be a mistake. The German even imagines God as singing songs.
He who fights against monsters should see to it that he does not become a monster in the process. And when you stare persistently into an abyss, the abyss also stares into you.
Mankind is a rope tied between beast and superman—a rope over an abyss.
And if you are not a bird, then beware of coming to rest above an abyss.
You have overcome yourself: but why do you show yourself to me only as the one overcome? I want to see the victor: cast roses into the abyss and say, “Here is my thanks to the monster, because it didn’t know how to swallow me!”
Through music the passions enjoy themselves.