To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.

I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

Many other such substitutes for war will be discovered, but perhaps precisely thereby it will become more and more obvious that such a highly cultivated and therefore necessarily enfeebled humanity as that of modern Europe not only needs wars, but the greatest and most terrible wars, consequently occasional relapses into barbarism, lest, by the means of culture, it should lose its culture and its very existence.

There are few pains so grievous as to have seen, divined, or experienced how an exceptional man has missed his way and deteriorated

Disobedience- that is the nobility of slaves.

What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.

Do ask yourself why you, the individual, exist, and if you can get no other answer try for once to justify the meaning of your existence as it were a posteriori by setting before yourself an aim, a goal, a 'to this end', an exalted and noble 'to this end'.