People live for the morrow, because the day-after-to-morrow is doubtful.

The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.

It was the sick and decaying who despised the body and earth and invented the heavenly realm and the redemptive drops of blood: but they took even these sweet and gloomy poisons from body and earth. They wanted to escape their own misery, and the stars were too far for them.

In the end one only experiences oneself.

All that the world most needs today, is combined in the most seductive manner in his art, — the three great stimulants of exhausted people: brutality, artificiality and innocence (idiocy).

Where I found the living, there I found the will to power; even in the will of servants I found the will to be master.

However closely people are attached to one another, their mutual horizon nonetheless includes all four compass directions, and nowand again they notice it.