He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.

-Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche

By losing your goal, You have lost your way.

Friedrich Nietzsche
You never exist quite so much as when you are not thinking
Friedrich Nietzsche

All religions bear traces of the fact that they arose during the intellectual immaturity of the human race - before it had learned the obligations to speak the truth. Not one of them makes it the duty of its god to be truthful and understandable in his communications.

Friedrich Nietzsche
One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.
Friedrich Nietzsche

It is absolutely impossible for a subject to see or have insight into something while leaving itself out of the picture, so impossible that knowing and being are the most opposite of all spheres.

Friedrich Nietzsche
Every god-man created his own god: and there is no worse enmity on earth than that between gods.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Faced with a world of "modern ideas" which would like to banish everyone into a corner and a "specialty," a philosopher, if there could be a philosopher these days, would be compelled to establish the greatness of mankind, the idea of "greatness," on the basis of his own particular extensive range and multiplicity, his own totality in the midst of diversity.

Friedrich Nietzsche
Assuming that we have trained our imagination to denounce the past, we will not suffer much from unfulfilled wishes.
Friedrich Nietzsche

Ah, how little you know of human happiness - you comfortable and benevolent people! For happiness and unhappiness are brother and sister - or even twins who grow up together - or in your case - remain small together!

Friedrich Nietzsche
To live as I incline, or not to live at all: so do I wish; so wisheth also the holiest. But alas! how have I still - inclination? Have I-still a goal? A haven towards which MY sail is set?A good wind? Ah, he only who knoweth WHITHER he saileth, knoweth what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.What still remaineth to me? A heart weary and flippant; and unstable will; fluttering wings; a broken backbone.This seeking for MY home: O Zarathustra, dost thou know that this seeking hath been MY home-sickening; it eateth me up.