At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.

Yes, life is a woman!

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

The destiny of mankind is arranged for happy moments every life has such but not for happy times.

In his lonely solitude, the solitary man feeds upon himself; in the thronging multitude, the many feed upon him. Now choose.

Thus the will to power strives towards oppositions, towards displeasure. There is a will to suffering at the foundation of all organic life (contrary to "happiness" as "goal").

Nobody is more inferior than those who insist on being equal.