I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

The magnitude of a progress is gauged by the greatness of the sacrifice that it requires.

There are preachers of death: and the earth is full of those to whom desistance from life must be preached.

It is thus only this personal feeling of misery that we get rid of by acts of pity.

A moral system valid for all is basically immoral.

It is an end with priests and gods, if man becomes scientific. Moral: science is the thing forbidden in itself - it alone is forbidden. Science is the first sin, the germ of all sin, original sin. This alones is mortality: Thou shalt not know.

What was a lie in the father becomes a conviction in the son.