In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

History is nothing more than the belief in the senses, the belief in falsehood.

The machine is impersonal, it takes the pride away from a piece of work, the individual merits and defects that go along with allwork that is not done by a machine--which is to say, its little bit of humanity.

One begins to mistrust very clever people when they become embarrassed.

What is the task of higher education? To make a man into a machine. What are the means employed? He is taught how to suffer being bored.