Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

Discontent is the seed of ethics.

Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!

The relatives of a suicide hold it against him that out of consideration for their reputation he did not remain alive.

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

The most unequivocal sign of contempt for man is to regard everybody merely as a means to one's own ends, or of no account whatever.

I despise mystics, they fancy themselves so deep, when they aren't even superficial.