Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.

It's not the intensity of the man, but the duration of his intensity that makes the man great.

Wherever progress is to ensue, deviating natures are of greatest importance.

All of life is a dispute over taste and tasting.

Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind.

Against war one might say that it makes the victor stupid and the vanquished malicious. In its favor, that in producing these two effects it barbarizes, and so makes the combatants more natural. For culture it is a sleep or a wintertime, and man emerges from it stronger for good and for evil.