Give me today, for once, the worst throw of your dice, destiny. Today I transmute everything into gold.

But this word will I say to my enemies: What is all manslaughter in comparison with what you have done to me!

In laughter all that is evil comes together, but is pronounced holy and absolved by its own bliss.

People who wish to numb our caution in dealing with them by means of flattery are employing a dangerous expedient, like a sleeping draught, which, if it does not put us to sleep, keeps us all the more awake.

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.

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.

I could dispense with nothing when I created the superman. His seed still carries all your evil and falsehood, your lies and yourignorance.