The man who meets with a failure attributes this failure rather to the ill will of another than to fate.

The consequence is that every man comes to know himself solely in terms of his power for defence and attack.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.

Reckoned physiologically, everything ugly weakens and afflicts man. It recalls decay, danger, impotence; he actually suffers a loss of energy in its presence. The effect of the ugly can be measured with a dynamometer. Whenever man feels in any way depressed, he senses the proximity of something ugly. His feeling of power, his will to power, his courage, his pride - they decline with the ugly, they increase with the beautiful.

Has anyone...any distinct notion of what poets of a stronger age understood by the word inspiration? ... There is an ecstasy such that the immese strain of it is sometimes relaxed by a flood of tears, along with which one's steps either rush or involuntarily lag, alternately. There is the feeling that one is completely out of hand, with the very distinct consciousness of an endless number of fine thrills and quiverings to the very toes... Everything happens quite involuntarily, as if in a tempestuous outburst of freedom, of absoluteness, of power and divinity.

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.