It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.

The beast in us must be[78] wheedled: ethic is necessary, that we may not be torn to pieces.

The person lives most beautifully who does not reflect upon existence

Without myth, however, every culture loses its healthy creative natural power: it is only a horizon encompassed with myth that rounds off to unity a social movement.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

What is new, however, is always evil, being that which wants to conquer and overthrow the old boundary markers and the old pieties; and only what is old is good. The good men are in all ages those who dig the old thoughts, digging deep and getting them to bear fruit - the farmers of the spirit. But eventually all land is depleted, and the ploughshare of evil must come again and again.

The higher man is distinguished from the lower by his fearlessness and his readiness to challenge misfortune.