When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

When a nation is on the downward path, when it feels its belief in its own future, its hope of freedom slipping from it, when it begins to see submission as a first necessity and the virtues of submission as measures of self-preservation, then it must overhaul its God.

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.