Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.
Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.
Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!
Even truthfulness is but one means to knowledge, a ladder--but not the ladder.
What is bad? All that proceeds from weakness
Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.