Without music, life would be a mistake... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man.

God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

Man is not equally moral at all hours, this is well known. If his morality is judged to be the capability for great self-sacrificing resolutions and self-denial (which, when continuous and grown habitual, are called holiness)

Generally speaking, the greater a woman's beauty, the greater her modesty.

His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.

The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.