A vacant mind invites dangerous inmates, as a deserted mansion tempts wandering outcasts to enter and take up their abode in its desolate apartments.
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.
I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself.
The sleep of reason breeds monsters.
Ignorance breeds monsters to fill up the vacancies of the soul…
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
We wear masks of monsters and the dying while hiding from ourselves that we are, indeed, monsters and dying. We’re a funny old race.
The man who never alters his opinion is like the stagnant water and breeds Reptiles of the mind.