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.

All names of good and evil are images; they do not speak out, they only hint. He is a fool who seeks knowledge from them.

In the beautiful, man sets himself up as the standard of perfection; in select cases he worships himself in it. Man believes that the world itself is filled with beauty -he forgets that it is he who has created it. He alone has bestowed beauty upon the world -alas! only a very human, an all too human, beauty.

Your highest thought, however, ye shall have it commanded unto you by me - and it is this: man is something that is to be surpassed.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!

The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the cause of our fictitious morality and religion.