And it is the great noon when man stands at the midpoint of his course between beast and superman and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.

It has therewith come to be recognized that the history of moral valuations is at the same time the history of an error, the error of responsibility, which is based upon the error of the freedom of will.

A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace.

Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.

It is inhuman to bless where one is cursed.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

When I seek another word for 'music', I never find any other word than 'Venice'