He who rejoices even at the stake triumphs not over pain but over the absence of pain where he had anticipated feeling it. A parable.

The living is a species of the dead; and not a very attractive one.

The great end of art is to strike the imagination with the power of a soul that refuses to admit defeat even in the midst of a collapsing world.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

What is good? All that enhances the feeling of power, the Will to Power, and power itself in man. What is bad? — All that proceeds from weakness. What is happiness? — The feeling that power is increasing — that resistance has been overcome.

A book full of brilliance imparts some of it even to its opponents.

One should only question gods where none but gods can reply.