The various languages placed side by side show that with words it is never a question of truth, never a question of adequate expression; otherwise, there would not be so many languages. The 'thing in itself' (which is precisely what the pure truth, apart from any of its consequences, would be) is likewise something quite incomprehensible to the creator of language and something not in the least worth striving for.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

The love of one sole being is a barbarism; for it will be employed to the detriment of all the rest. So too the love of God.

I feel all those human beings to be pernicious who can no longer oppose what they love: they thereby ruin the best things and people.

What is Genius?- To aspire to a lofty aim and to will the means to that aim.

It was the sick and decaying who despised the body and earth and invented the heavenly realm and the redemptive drops of blood: but they took even these sweet and gloomy poisons from body and earth. They wanted to escape their own misery, and the stars were too far for them.