Those are my enemies: they want to overthrow and to construct nothing themselves. They say: "All that is worthless"--and want to create no value themselves.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.

On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!

There are no facts, only interpretations.

The noble type of man feels himself to be the determiner of values, he does not need to be approved of, he judges 'what harms me is harmful in itself', he knows himself to be that which in general accords honour to things, he creates values.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.