The Great Man... is colder, harder, less hesitating, and without fear of 'opinion'; he lacks the virtues that accompany respect and 'respectability,' and altogether everything that is the 'virtue of the herd.' If he cannot lead, he goes alone... He knows he is incommunicable: he finds it tasteless to be familiar... When not speaking to himself, he wears a mask. There is a solitude within him that is inaccessible to praise or blame.

Let us not underestimate the privileges of the mediocre. As one climbs higher, life becomes ever harder, the coldness increases, responsibility increases.

And he who must be a creator in good and evil: verily, he must be an annihilator first and demolish values.

There is a stupid humility that is quite common and when a person is afflicted with it, he is once and for all disqualified for being a disciple of knowledge.

The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

In every ascetic morality man worships a part of himself as God and for that he needs to diabolize the other part.