All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

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

And 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.

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.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?