Good prose is written only face to face with poetry.

All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.

Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.