What if God were not exactly truth, and if this could be proved? And if he were instead the vanity, the desire for power, the ambitions, the fear, and the enraptured and terrified folly of mankind?

The man loves danger and sport. That is why he loves woman, the most dangerous of all sports.

Life is the will to power; our natural desire to dominate and reshape the world to fit our own preferences and assert our personal strength to the fullest degree.

Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.

These small things - nutrition, place, climate, recreation, the whole casuistry of selfishness - are inconceivably more important than everything one has taken to be important so far.

I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

He who bears injustice alone is terrible to behold.