The most dangerous follower is the one whose defection would destroy the whole party: hence, the best follower.

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.

[Heraclitus speaks as if] in entrancement ... but [also] truthfully.

Faith, indeed, has up to the present not been able to move real mountains, although I do not know who assumed that it could. But it can put mountains where there are none.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.