The word 'Christianity' is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.

Heroism--that is the disposition of a man who aspires to a goal compared to which he himself is wholly insignificant. Heroism is the good will to self-destruction.

The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.

In pain there is as much wisdom as in pleasure: like the latter it is one of the best self preservatives of a species.

We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.