God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.
Whoever despises himself still esteems the despiser within himself.
Our drives are reducible to the will to power. The will to power is the ultimate fact at which we arrive.
Everything matters. Nothing's important.
Dreadful experiences raise the question whether he who experiences them, is not something dreadful also.
Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.