Poets and writers who are in love with the superlative all want to do more than they can.

Your soul will be dead even before your body: fear nothing further.

Learning from one's enemies is the best way to love them, for it puts one into a grateful mood toward them.

What is wanted - whether this is admitted or not - is nothing less than a fundamental remolding, indeed weakening and abolition of the individual: one never tires of enumerating and indicating all that is evil and inimical, prodigal, costly, extravagant in the form individual existence has assumed hitherto, one hopes to manage more cheaply, more safely, more equitably, more uniformly if there exist only large bodies and their members.

Everyone who enjoys supposes that the tree was concerned with the fruit, but it was really concerned with the seed. -In this lies the difference between all those who create and those who enjoy.

We attack not only to hurt someone, to defeat him, but perhaps also simply to become conscious of our own strength.

Men submit from habit to everything that seeks power.