I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for himself.

The English are the people of consummate cant.

It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.

The noble man honours in himself the powerful one, him also who has power over himself, who knows how to speak and how to keep silence, who takes pleasure in subjecting himself to severity and hardness, and has reverence for all that is severe and hard.

Behind a remarkable scholar we not infrequently find an average human being, and behind an average artist we often find a very remarkable human being.