Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.

We ought to fear a man who hates himself, for we are at risk of becoming victims of his anger and revenge. Let us then try to lure him into self-love.

A living being seeks, above all, to discharge its strength. Life is will to power.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.

In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.