To the mediocre, mediocrity is a form of happiness.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

A change of values - that means, a change of the creators of values. He who has to be a creator always has to destroy.

Not their love of humanity, but the impotence of their love, prevents the Christians of today - burning us.