Compulsion precedes morality, indeed morality itself is compulsion for a time, to which one submits for the avoidance of pain.

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.

He who is dissatisfied with himself is continually ready for revenge and we others will be his victims, if only in having always to endure his ugly sight. For the sight of the ugly makes one bad and gloomy.

From the State the exceptional individual cannot expect much. He is seldom benefited by being taken into its service; the only certain advantage it can give him is complete independence. Only real culture will prevent him being too early tired out or used up, and will spare him the exhausting struggle against culture-philistinism.

When you gaze long into the Abyss of Sustainability, the Abyss of Sustainability also gazes into you.

How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!