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

What is new, however, is always evil, being that which wants to conquer and overthrow the old boundary markers and the old pieties; and only what is old is good. The good men are in all ages those who dig the old thoughts, digging deep and getting them to bear fruit - the farmers of the spirit. But eventually all land is depleted, and the ploughshare of evil must come again and again.

"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!

I am affected, not because you have deceived me, but because I can no longer believe in you.

Different types of dangerous lives-You have no idea what you are living through; you rush through life as if you were drunk and now and then fall down some staircase. But thanks to your drunkenness you never break a limb; your muscles are too relaxed and your brain too benighted for you to find the stones of these stairs as hard as we do.

After all, what would be "beautiful" if the contradiction had not first become conscious of itself, if the ugly had not first said to itself: "I am ugly"?.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.