Real dancers are the ones who can hear the music in their soul.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.
Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?

At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.

I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

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.

Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.

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.'

And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!

Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.

A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed.

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!.

That the world is a divine game and beyond good and evil.

For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.

The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.
What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

A philosophy that recognizes untruth as a condition of life places itself beyond good and evil.

In revenge and in love, woman is more barbarous than man.

Dreadful experiences raise the question whether he who experiences them, is not something dreadful also.

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

What does your conscience say? — 'You should become the person you are'.