Those things for which we find words, are things we have already overcome.

To explore the whole sphere of the modern soul, to have sat in every nook- my ambition, my torture, and my happiness

It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.---

Thus strength is afforded by good and thorough customs, thus is learnt the subjection of the individual, and strenuousness of character becomes a birth gift and afterwards is fostered as a habit.

Along the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every vocation is chosen and entered upon as a means to a purpose but is ultimately continued as a final purpose in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent stupidity in which we indulge ourselves.

The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.

Our drives are reducible to the will to power. The will to power is the ultimate fact at which we arrive.