Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy, around the demigod, a satyr-play, and around God--what? perhaps a "world"?

Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.

Woman was God's second mistake.

Few serve truth in truth because only few have the pure will to be just, and of those again very few have the strength to be just.

Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking

I am not bigoted enough for a system-and not even for my system.

The aphorism, the apothegm, in which I am the first among the Germans to be a master, are the forms of “eternity”; it is my ambition to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a book — what everyone else does not say in a book.