When a scholar of the old culture vows no longer to have anything to do with men who believe in progress, he is right. For the old culture has its greatness and goodness behind it, and an historical education forces one to admit that it can never again be fresh.

The best of all things is something entirely outside your grasp: not to be born, not to be, to be nothing. But the second-best thing for you - is to die soon.

Whoever has witnessed another's ideal becomes his inexorable judge and as it were his evil conscience.

The poison by which the weaker nature is destroyed is strengthening to the strong individual and he does not call it poison.

A certain type of person strives to become a master over all, and to extend his force, his will to power, and to subdue all that resists it. But he encounters the power of others, and comes to an arrangement, a union, with those that are like him: thus they work together to serve the will to power. And the process goes on.

Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

It is not in how one soul approaches another but in how it withdraws that I knowr its affinity and solidarity with the other.