When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

You call yourself free? I want to hear your ruling thought and not that you have escaped a yoke. Are you such a one as was permitted to escape a yoke? There are some who threw away their ultimate worth when they threw away their servitude. Free from what? What is that to Zarathustra! But your eyes should announce to me brightly: free for what?

One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.

The people we have employed in an undertaking that has turned out badly should be doubly rewarded.

Human life is inexplicable, and still without meaning: a fool may decide its fate.

The surest sign that two people no longer speak the same language is that both say ironic things to one another but that neither senses the irony.

Moderation sees itself as beautiful; it is unaware that in the eye of the immoderate it appears black and sober and consequently ugly-looking.