New ways I go, a new speech comes to me; weary I grow, like all creators, of the old tongues. My spirit no longer wants to walk on worn soles.

How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?

A Dionysian life task needs the hardness of the hammer and one of its first essentials is without doubt the joy to be found even in destruction.

You must climb above yourself-up and beyond, until you have even your stars under you.

The higher culture an individual attains, the less field there is left for mockery and scorn.

Many a peacock hides his peacock tail from all eyes--and calls it his pride.

The strongest and most evil spirits have to date advanced mankind the most: they always rekindled the sleeping passions - all orderly arranged society lulls the passions to sleep; they always reawakened the sense of comparison, of contradiction, of delight in the new, the adventurous, the untried; they compelled men to set opinion against opinion, ideal plan against ideal plan.