The "religion of pity" to which people would like to convert us- oh, we know well enough the hysterical little men and women who need this religion at present as a veil and an adornment!

If you buy the why, the how is infinitely bearable

That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts.

Man wishes woman to be peaceable, but in fact she is essentially warlike, like the cat.

He who seeks intelligence lacks intelligence.

Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.

Quidquid luce fuit tenebris agit: but also the other way around. What we experience in dreams, so long as we experience it frequently, is in the end just as much a part of the total economy of our soul as anything we "really" experience: because of it we are richer or poorer, are sensitive to one need more or less, and are eventually guided a little by our dream-habits in broad daylight and even in the most cheerful moments occupying our waking spirit.