A woman does not want the truth; what is truth to women? From the beginning, nothing has been more alien, repugnant, and hostileto woman than the truth - her great art is the lie, her highest concern is mere appearance and beauty.
Among twelve apostles there must always be one who is as hard as stone, so that the new church may be built upon him.
People to whom their daily life appears too empty and monotonous easily grow religious; this is comprehensible and excusable, only they have no right to demand religious sentiments from those whose daily life is not empty and monotonous.
There is sense in hoping for recognition in a distant future only when we take it for granted that mankind will remain essentially unchanged, and that whatever is great is not for one age only but will be looked upon as great for all time.
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
One should not go into churches if one wants to breathe pure air.
The 'kingdom of Heaven' is a condition of the heart - not something that comes 'upon the earth' or 'after death.'
In compassionate men, severity is a virtue.
There is perhaps nothing so admirable in Christianity and Buddhism as their art of teaching even the lowest to elevate themselves by piety to a seemingly higher order of things, and thereby to retain their satisfaction with the actual world in which they find it difficult enough to live - this very
Love forgives the lover even his lust.
In Bach there is still too much crude Christianity, crude Germanism, crude scholasticism; he stands on the threshold of European (modern) music, but he looks back from there to the Middle Ages.
We criticize a thinker more acutely when he advances a proposition that is disagreeable to us; and yet it would be more reasonableto do so when his proposition is agreeable to us.
On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!
A few hours of mountain climbing make a blackguard and a saint two rather similar creatures.
One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.
In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. Friedrich Nietz
The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.
It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book. Friedrich Nietz
Man is at his furthest remove from the animal as a child, his intellect most human. With his fifteenth year and puberty he comes astep closer to the animal; with the sense of possessions of his thirties (the median line between laziness and greediness), still another step. In his sixtieth year of li
Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm.
We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.
Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?
All in all, punishment hardens and renders people more insensible; it concentrates; it increases the feeling of estrangement; it strengthens the power of resistance.
A small revenge is more human than no revenge at all.
The higher man is distinguished from the lower by his fearlessness and his readiness to challenge misfortune.
Love, too, has to be learned.
To call a thing good not a day longer than it appears to us good, and above all not a day earlier - that is the only way to keep joy pure.
Love is more afraid of change than destruction.
When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life, and it is only fair that one has to pay dearly for having assaulted men and things in this manner with Yes and No. Everything is arranged so that the worst of tastes, the taste for the
We labour at our daily work more ardently and thoughtlessly than is necessary to sustain our life because it is even more necessary not to have leisure to stop and think. Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.