A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

Free will without fate is no more conceivable than spirit without matter, good without evil.

Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. What? Could it be that psychology is ? a vice?

The most intelligent men, like the strongest, find their happiness where others would find only disaster: in the labyrinth, in being hard with themselves and with others, in effort; their delight is self-mastery; in them asceticism becomes second nature, a necessity, as instinct.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

We are more pained when one of our friends is guilty of something shameful than when we do it ourselves.

What is good? All that enhances the feeling of power, the Will to Power, and power itself in man. What is bad? — All that proceeds from weakness. What is happiness? — The feeling that power is increasing — that resistance has been overcome.