Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.

One should not be deceived: great spirits are skeptics ... Strength, FREEDOM which is born of the strength and overstrength of the spirit, proves itself by skepticism. Men of conviction are not worthy of the least consideration in fundamental questions of value and disvalue. Convictions are prisons.

Iron necessity is a thing which in the course of history men come to see as neither iron nor necessary.

One must know how to conserve oneself- the best test of independence.

A lack of the historical sense is the hereditary fault of all philosophers.

Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. What? Could it be that psychology is ? a vice?

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.