A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.

The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.

Every living body continuously eliminates feces, it rejects what is not serviceable to the assimilating organism: what man despises, what arouses his disgust, what he calls evil, are excrements.

Where does one not find that bland degeneration which beer produces in the spirit!

My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it—all idealism is mendaciousness in the face of what is necessary—but love it

One man runs to his neighbor because he is looking for himself, and another because he wants to loose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison for you.

Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return.