Human, all too human.

Liberalism is the transformation of mankind into cattle.

Whoever thought that he had understood something of me had merely construed something out of me, after his own image.

But thought is one thing, the deed is another, and the image of the deed still another: the wheel of causality does not roll between them.

What is new, however, is always evil, being that which wants to conquer and overthrow the old boundary markers and the old pieties; and only what is old is good. The good men are in all ages those who dig the old thoughts, digging deep and getting them to bear fruit - the farmers of the spirit. But eventually all land is depleted, and the ploughshare of evil must come again and again.

A Dionysian life task needs the hardness of the hammer and one of its first essentials is without doubt the joy to be found even in destruction.

Among the wealthy, generosity is often merely a kind of shyness.