Little prigs and three-quarter madmen may have the conceit that the laws of nature are constantly broken for their sakes.

When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.

Nothing is more pathological in our pathological modernity than this disease of Christian pity.

Man is the only animal that must be encouraged to live.

What was a lie in the father becomes a conviction in the son.

Fathers have a lot to do to make up for having sons.

Mankind must work continually to produce individual great human beings - this and nothing else is the task... for the question is this : How can your life, the individual life, retain the highest value, the deepest significance? Only by living for the good of the rarest and most valuable specimens.