Every god-man created his own god: and there is no worse enmity on earth than that between gods.

Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby!

At the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.

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

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary