When good friends praise a gifted person he often appears to be delighted with them out of politeness and goodwill, but in reality he feels indifferent.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

The parasites live where the great have little secret sores.

I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to rule -- and, conversely, the desire to rule has often appeared to me a sign of inward weakness: they fear their own slave soul and shroud it in a royal cloak (in the end, they still become the slaves of their followers, their fame, etc.)

Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.

At heart I am a warrior.

Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.