Did you ever say yes to a pleasure? oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. all things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.
Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.
One never perishes through anybody but oneself.
Women and egoistic artists entertain a feeling towards science that is something composed of envy and sentimentality.
You cannot learn to fly by flying. First you must learn to walk, to run, to climb, to dance.
One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.
It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.
Be careful who you choose as your enemy because that's who you become most like.
We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.
Completely true to nature!' - what a lie: / How could nature ever be constrained into a picture? / The smallest bit of nature is infinite! / And so he paints what he likes about it. / And what does he like? He likes what he can paint!
The "religion of pity" to which people would like to convert us- oh, we know well enough the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a veil and an adornment!
Some rule out of a lust for ruling; others, so as not to be ruled:Mto these it is merely the lesser of two evils.
A man who wills commands something within himself that renders obedience, or that he believes renders obedience.
So long as the priest, that professional negator, slanderer and poisoner of life, is regarded as a superior type of human being, there cannot be any answer to the question: What is Truth?
We only hear questions that we are able to answer.
Posthumous men-myself, for example-are not as well understood as timely ones, but we are listened to better. More precisely: we are never understood-hence our authority.
No one is such a liar as the indignant man.
Examine the life of the best and most productive men and nations, and ask yourselves whether a tree which is to grow proudly skywards can dispense with bad weather and storms. Whether misfortune and opposition, or every kind of hatred, jealousy, stubbornness, distrust, severity, greed, and violence
It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad.
I am opposed to socialism because it dreams ingenuously of good, truth, beauty, and equal rights.
A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
Sometimes in conversation the sound of our own voice distracts us and misleads us into making assertions that in no way express our true opinions.
Whether in conversation we generally agree or disagree with others is largely a matter of habit: the one tendency makes as much sense as the other.
My solitude doesnâ€™t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
Young people love what is interesting and odd, no matter how true or false it is. More mature minds love what is interesting and odd about truth. Fully mature intellects, finally, love truth, even when it appears plain and simple, boring to the ordinary person; for they have noticed that truth tends
The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!
All preachers of morality, as also all theologians have a bad habit in common: all of them try to persuade man that he is very ill, and that a severe, final, radical cure is necessary.
I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.
When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.
A married philosopher is a comic character.