If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.

We are praised or blamed, as the one or the other may be expedient, for displaying to advantage our power of discernment.

The sexes deceive themselves about one another: the reason being that at bottom they honor and love only themselves (or their ownideal, to express it more agreeably). Thus man wants woman to be peaceable--but woman is essentially, like the cat, not peaceable, however well she may have trained herself to assume the appearance of peace.

It is a terrible thought, to contemplate that an immense number of mediocre thinkers are occupied with really influential matters.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman-a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting