In order for once to get a glimpse of our European morality from a distance, in order to compare it with other earlier or future moralities, one must do as the traveller who wants to know the height of the towers of a city: he leaves the city.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.

What, then is truth?... Truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are.

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

The bite of conscience is indecent.