Friedrich Nietzsche

An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Faith: not wanting to know what is true.

God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?

Woman was God's second mistake.

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

Without music, life would be a mistake.