Verily, a polluted stream is man. One must actually be a sea to take in a polluted stream without becoming impure. Behold, I teach you the superman: he is the this sea, in him can your great contempt go under.

The love of indulgence is rooted in the depths of a man's heart. His soul would prefer to share the excessive and unrestrained; but his soul cannot love.

Life is that which must overcome itself again and again

We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

A man of genius is unbearable, unless he possesses at least two things besides: gratitude and purity.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.