As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

Nothing in life possesses value except the degree of power--assuming that life itself is the will to power.

To find everything profound - that is an inconvenient trait. It makes one strain one's eyes all the time, and in the end one finds more than one might have wished.

There is no more dangerous error than that of mistaking the consequence for the cause.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.