Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall your eye show to me: free for what?

Nobody thanks a witty man for politeness when he puts himself on a par with a society in which it would not be polite to show one's wit.

All idealism is falsehood in the face of necessity.

It is not when it is dangerous to tell the truth that its advocates are hardest to find, but when it is boring.

All words are prejudices.

A certain type of person strives to become a master over all, and to extend his force, his will to power, and to subdue all that resists it. But he encounters the power of others, and comes to an arrangement, a union, with those that are like him: thus they work together to serve the will to power. And the process goes on.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.