There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be other than it is, not in the future, not in the past, not in all eternity.

The criminal is quite frequently not equal to his deed: he belittles and slanders it.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

Whatever we think about and question a lot becomes questionable.

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

And it is the great noon when man stands at the midpoint of his course between beast and superman and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.