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

Every word is a preconceived judgment.

I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man.

I obviously do everything to be "hard to understand" myself

One must renounce the bad taste of wishing to agree with many people.