What makes us heroic?--Confronting simultaneously our supreme suffering and our supreme hope.
The will to truth is merely the longing for a stable world.
Whoever despises himself still esteems the despiser within himself.
I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.
"State," I call it, where they all drink poison, the good and the wicked; "state," where they all lose themselves, the good and the wicked; "state," where they all call their slow suicide-"life."
Yet for all that, there is nothing in me of a founder of a religion--religions are affairs of the rabble; I find it necessary to wash my hands after I have come into contact with religious people.