We do not belong to those who only get their thought from books, or at the prompting of books, -- it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman-a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.

Compassion for the friend should conceal itself under a hard shell.

In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.

Of what is great one must either be silent or speak with greatness. With greatness--that means cynically and with innocence.

In song and dance, man forgets how to walk and speak and is on the way into flying into the air, dancing... his very gestures express enchantment.