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.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?

Woman understands children better than man does, but man is more childlike than woman.

Through searching out origins, one becomes a crab. The historian looks backwards, and finally he also believes backwards.

Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!

What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!

Art is the proper task of life.