āArt raises its head where creeds relax.ā
āAll truths are bloody truths to me.ā
āThere are no facts, only interpretations.ā
āWhen somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.ā
āBut thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!ā
āIn a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.ā
āI love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.ā
āIf it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.ā
āThe object of Art is to give life a shape.ā