The great epochs of our life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us.

Willing sets you free: that is the true doctrine of will and freedom--thus Zarathustra instructs you.

Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?

...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.

Rendering oneself unarmed when one had been the best-armed, out of a height of feeling-that is the means to real peace, which must always rest on a peace of mind.

No honey is sweeter than that of knowledge.

One is necessary, one is a piece of fate, one belongs to the whole, one is the whole - there exists nothing which could judge, measure, compare, condemn our being, for that would be to judge, measure, compare, condemn the whole...But nothing exists apart from the whole!