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.
Friedrich NietzscheI could dispense with nothing when I created the superman. His seed still carries all your evil and falsehood, your lies and yourignorance.
Friedrich NietzscheWe often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.
Friedrich NietzscheIt is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
Friedrich Nietzsche