However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.

Man is more sensitive to the contempt that others feel towards him than to the contempt that he feels towards himself.

Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Behold, I show you the Superman. He is this lightning, he is this madness.

You never exist quite so much as when you are not thinking

Good prose is written only face to face with poetry.

Not contentment, but more power; not peace at any price, but war; not virtue, but efficiency (virtue in the Renaissance sense, virtu , virtue free of moral acid).

The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.