The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race can no more be exterminated than the flea can be. The last man lives the longest.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

A vocation is the backbone of life.

One must repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.

War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound; its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.