I am not a man, I am dynamite!

The most welcome joke to me is the one that takes the place of a heavy, not altogether innocuous thought, at once a cautionary hint of the finger and a flash of the eye.

What, then is truth?... Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man.

Modern science has as its object as little pain as possible, as long a life as possible - hence a sort of eternal blessedness, but of a very limited kind in comparison with the promises of religion.

But anyone who has really made sacrifices knows that he wanted and got something in return perhaps something for something of himself - that he gave up in order to have more here or at least to feel that he has "more".

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.