Live so that thou mayest desire to live again - that is thy duty - for in any case thou wilt live again!
I do not give alms; I am not poor enough for that.
An attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
The beating of drums, which delights young writers who serve a party, sounds to him who does not belong to the party line like a rattling of chains, and excites sympathy rather than admiration.
All words are prejudices.
Meaning and morality of One's life come from within oneself. Healthy, strong individuals seek self expansion by experimenting and by living dangerously. Life consists of an infinite number of possibilities and the healthy person explores as many of them as posible. Religions that teach pity, self-co
In constructing concepts, we overlook the fact that no two things are the same. There is no such thing as the concept of a leaf, only billions and billions of leaves.
Here one must think profoundly to the very basis and resist all sentimental weakness: life itself is essentially appropriation, injury, conquest of the strange and weak, suppression, severity, obtrusion of peculiar forms, incorporation, and at the least, putting it mildest, exploitation - but why sh
"Faith" as an imperative is a veto against science-in praxi, it means lies at any price.
In those days it was possible for a Greek to flee from an over-abundant reality as though it were but the tricky scheming off the imagination-and to flee, not like Plato into the land of eternal ideas, into the workshop off the world-creator, feasting one's eyes on the unblemished unbreakable archet
Noble and wise men once believed in the music of the spheres: noble and wise men still continue to believe in the "moral significance of existence." But one day even this sphere-music will no longer be audible to them! They will wake up and take note that their ears were dreaming.
The view that honesty is something, and even a virtue, belongs, it is true, to those private opinions which are forbidden in this age of public opinions.
Love is not consolation. It is light. Friedrich Nietzsch
The life of the enemy . Whoever lives for the sake of combating an enemy has an interest in the enemy's staying alive.
Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.
What do you regard as most humane? To spare someone shame. Friedrich Nietzsch
All philosophy is a form of confession.
In a man devoted to knowledge, pity seems almost ridiculous, like delicate hands on a cyclops.
Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile.
In the last analysis, even the best man is evil: in the last analysis, even the best woman is bad.
The strong individual loves the earth so much he lusts for recurrence. He can smile in the face of the most terrible thought: meaningless, aimless existence recurring eternally. The second characteristic of such a man is that he has the strength to recognize - and to live with the recognition - that
He divines remedies against injuries; he knows how to turn serious accidents to his own advantage; whatever does not kill him makes him stronger
Whatever the State saith is a lie; whatever it hath is a theft: all is counterfeit in it, the gnawing, sanguinary, insatiate monster.
It is not to everyone's taste that truth should be pronounced pleasant. But at least let no one believe that error becomes truth when it is pronounced unpleasant.
O Voltaire! O humanity! O idiocy! There is something ticklish in "the truth," and in the SEARCH for the truth; and if man goes about it too humanely-"il ne cherche le vrai que pour faire le bien"-I wager he finds nothing!
When one gives up the Christian faith, one pulls the right to Christian morality out from under one's feet. This morality is by no means self-evident. Christianity is a system, a whole view of things thought out together. By breaking one main concept out of it, the faith in God, one breaks the whole
Christians call it faith ... I call it the herd.
On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!
Success has always been a great liar. Friedrich Nietz