Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain?

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

In the end we love our desire and not what it is that we desire.

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

The will to power can express itself only against resistances; it seeks that which resists it--this is the native tendency of theamoeba when it extends its pseudopodia and gropes around.

Love is more afraid of change than destruction.