Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.
Love is blind, friends close their eyes
People who live in an age of corruption are witty and slanderous; they know that there are other kinds of murder than by dagger or assault; they also know that whatever is well said is believed...
Everyone thinks that the principal thing to the tree is the fruit, but in point of fact the principal thing to it is the seed.
Whatever we think about and question a lot becomes questionable.
Comparing man and woman on the whole, one may say: woman would not possess a genius for ornamentation if she did not also possessan instinct for the secondary role.
How poisonous, how crafty, how bad, does every long war make one, which cannot be waged openly by means of force!
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.
Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend. Friedrich Nietz
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes. Friedrich Nietzsch
Most people are too stupid to act in their own interest
Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perha
When we think of all the things we want to do with our other half the answer should be simple; we should want to do absolutely everything with them. We should want to experience everything, feel everything, see everything with no one but them by our sides. When we look back on our lives it's not the
If you are too weak to give yourselves your own law, then a tyrant shall lay his yoke upon you and say: "Obey! Clench your teeth and obey!" And all good and evil shall be drowned in obedience to him.
Not with wrath do we kill, but with laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
It quite often happens that the old man is subject to the delusion of a great moral renewal and rebirth, and from this experience he passes judgments on the work and course of his life, as if he had only now become clear-sighted; and yet the inspiration behind this feeling of well-being and these co
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
Doing ill to those on whom we have to make our power felt; for pain is a far more sensitive means for that purpose than pleasure: pain always asks concerning the cause, while pleasure is inclined to keep within itself and not look backward.
There is not enough religion in the world even to destroy religion.
Writers ought to be regarded as wrongdoers who deserve to be acquitted or pardoned only in the rarest cases: that would be a way to keep books from getting out of hand.
The good displeases us when we are not up to it.
A good seat on a horse steals away your opponent's courage and your onlooker's heart-what reason is there to attack? Sit like one who has conquered?
It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.
To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.
It is only great pain--that slow, sustained pain that takes its time, in which we are, as it were, burned with smoldering green firewood--that forces us philosophers to sink to our ultimate profundity and to do away with all the trust, everything good-natured, veil-imposing, mild and middling, on wh
[Heraclitus had] the highest form of pride [stemming] from a certainty of belief in the truth as grasped by himself alone. He brings this form, by its excessive development, into a sublime pathos by involuntary identification of himself with his truth.
A politician divides mankind into two classes: tools and enemies.
Remain faithful to the earth, my brothers, with the power of your virtue. Let your gift-giving love and your knowledge serve the meaning of the earth. Thus I beg and beseech you. Do not let them fly away from earthly things and beat with their wings against eternal walls. Alas, there has always been
Science rushes headlong, without selectivity, without "taste," at whatever is knowable, in the blind desire to know all at any cost.
One is proud to worship when he cannot be an idol.