We seldom break a leg as long as we are climbing wearily upwards in our lives, instead we do it when we start going easy on ourselves and choosing the comfortable paths.

If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you.

Such men alone are my readers, my proper readers, my preordained readers. Of what account are the rest? The rest are simply... humanity. One must be superior to humanity in power, in loftiness of soul- in contempt.

Madness is the exception in individuals but the rule in groups.

To become the founder of a new religion one must be psychologically infallible in one's knowledge of a certain average type of souls who have not yet recognized that they belong together.

Among austere men intimacy involves shame--and is something precious.

Everything that is profound loves the mask: the profoundest things have a hatred even of figure and likeness.