Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!

I want to teach men the sense of their existence, which is the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud man.

If a man wishes to become a hero, then the serpent must first become a dragon: otherwise he lacks his proper enemy.

The strong individual loves the earth so much he lusts for recurrence. He can smile in the face of the most terrible thought: meaningless, aimless existence recurring eternally. The second characteristic of such a man is that he has the strength to recognize - and to live with the recognition - that the world is valueless in itself and that all values are human ones. He creates himself by fashioning his own values; he has the pride to live by the values he wills.

This is the crux of the moral pessimists: if they really wanted to promote their neighbor's redemption, then they would have to resolve themselves to spoiling existence for him, and thus to being his misfortune; out of pity, they would have to--become evil!

Has a woman who knew she was well-dressed ever caught a cold?

He who denies himself much in great matters will readily indulge himself in small things.