This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

Master-morality and Slave-morality.

So long as men praise you, you can only be sure that you are not yet on your own true path but on someone else's.

We are praised or blamed, as the one or the other may be expedient, for displaying to advantage our power of discernment.

Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.

Ye shall only have foes to be hated; but not foes to be despised: ye must be proud of your foes.

Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.