I no longer want to walk on worn soles.

Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.

I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.

The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else!

The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

Fathers and sons are much more considerate of one another than mothers and daughters.

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