The author must keep his mouth shut when his work starts to speak.

I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his 'divine service.'

The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

Look not into the sun! Even the moon is too bright for your nocturnal eyes!

When we cannot stand certain people, we try to have suspicions about them.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.