I love the great despisers because they are the great adorers.

We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.

And if a friend does you wrong, then say: "I forgive you what you have done to me; that you have done it to YOURSELF, however--how could I forgive that!

Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

One is healthy when one can laugh at the earnestness and zeal with which one has been hypnotized by any single detail of one's life.

Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.