He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.

In art the end does not sanctify the means: but sacred means employed here can sanctify the end.

The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.

Where I found the living, there I found the will to power; even in the will of servants I found the will to be master.

Everything becomes and recurs eternally - escape is impossible!

In our own presence, we all pretend to be simpler than we are: thus we take a break from our fellow human beings.