Verily, I do not like them, the merciful who feel blessed in their pity: they are lacking too much in shame. If I must pity, at least I do not want it known; and if I do pity, it is preferably from a distance.

One is healthy when one can laugh at the earnestness and zeal with which one has been hypnotized by any single detail of one's life.

Fear is the mother of morality.

Those with very loud voices in their throats are nearly incapable of thinking subtle thoughts.

Perhaps man will rise ever higher as soon as he ceases to flow out into a god.

All of life is a dispute over taste and tasting.

Doing ill to those on whom we have to make our power felt; for pain is a far more sensitive means for that purpose than pleasure: pain always asks concerning the cause, while pleasure is inclined to keep within itself and not look backward.