Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

That which intoxicates, the sensually ecstatic, the sudden surprise, the urge to be profoundly stirred at any price -- dreadful tendencies!

I teach you the Overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him? ... The time has come for man to set himself a goal. The time has come to plant the seed to his highest hope.

I am one thing, my writings are another.

We fear our neighbor's hostile mood because we are afraid that this mood will lead him to penetrate our secrets.

Completely true to nature!' - what a lie: / How could nature ever be constrained into a picture? / The smallest bit of nature is infinite! / And so he paints what he likes about it. / And what does he like? He likes what he can paint!

Epicurus had rage and envy of Plato's superior style.