No one is such a liar as the indignant man.

Man alone resists the direction of gravitation: he constantly wants to fall--upwards.

Everyone wants to be foremost in this future-and yet death and the stillness of death are the only things certain and common to all in this future! How strange that this sole thing that is certain and common to all, exercises almost no influence on men, and that they are the furthest from regarding themselves as the brotherhood of death! It makes me happy to see that men do not want to think at all of the idea of death!

Every virtue has its privilege: for example, that of contributing its own little bundle of wood to the funeral pyre of one condemned.

A refined nature is vexed by knowing that some one owes it thanks, a coarse nature by knowing that it owes thanks to some one.

That which needs to be proved cannot be worth much.

All isolation is wrong so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.