The destiny of mankind is arranged for happy moments every life has such but not for happy times.

No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

There are the terrible ones who carry about in themselves the beast of prey, and have no choice except lusts or self-laceration. And even their lusts are self-laceration.

Thus the will to power strives towards oppositions, towards displeasure. There is a will to suffering at the foundation of all organic life (contrary to "happiness" as "goal").

How little is required for pleasure! The sound of a bagpipe - without music, life would be an error.

But let me open up my heart to you completely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I bear not being a god! Hence, there areno gods. I drew this conclusion, to be sure--but now it draws me.

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.