A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.

Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.

He who cannot command himself should obey. And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they can obey themselves.

A light has dawned for me: I need companions, living ones, not dead companions and corpses which I carry with me wherever I wish. But I need living companions who follow me because they want to follow themselves- and who want to go where I want to go.