A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.

For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.

You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.

I teach you beyond Man (superman). Man is something that shall be surpassed. What have you done to surpass him?

Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.