As a result, nature is something entirely different from what comes to mind when we invoke its name.

Immature is the love of the youth, and immature his hatred of man and earth. His mind and the wings of his spirit are still tied down and heavy.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

The weak and the botched shall perish: first principle of our charity.

To produce music is also in a sense to produce children.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.