The hour when you say, "What does my happiness matter? It is poverty and filth, and a wretched complacency. Yet my happiness should justify existence itself!

Only strong personalities can endure history, the weak are extinguished by it.

Yet where is your inner value when you no longer know what it is to breathe freely; when you no longer have freedom over your own selves

I want to teach men the sense of their existence, which is the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud man.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar.

Every word is a preconceived judgment.