The real question is: How much truth can I stand?

The will to truth is merely the longing for a stable world.

Pity is the most pleasant feeling in those who have not much pride and have no prospect of great conquests; for them the easy prey - and that is what all who suffer are - is enchanting.

Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.

To explore the whole sphere of the modern soul, to have sat in every nook- my ambition, my torture, and my happiness

Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman-a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting