Only you must have worthy foes hate, but not enemies worthy of contempt. You must be proud of your enemy.

The love of one sole being is a barbarism; for it will be employed to the detriment of all the rest. So too the love of God.

One can also be undignified and flattering toward a virtue.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

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

On all the walls, wherever walls exist, I will inscribe this eternal indictment of Christianity--I have letters to make even blindmen see.... I call Christianity the single great curse, the single great innermost depravity, the single great instinct of revenge, for which no means is poisonous, secretive, subterranean, small enough--I call it mankind's single immortal blemish.... And we reckon time from the dies nefastus with which this calamity arose--following Christianity's first day!--Why not following its last day, instead?--Following today?--Transvaluation of all values!

Follow in the footsteps of your fathers' virtue! How could you hope to climb high unless your fathers' will climbs with you?