He who humbles himself wants to be exalted.

You call yourself free? I want to hear your ruling thought and not that you have escaped a yoke. Are you such a one as was permitted to escape a yoke? There are some who threw away their ultimate worth when they threw away their servitude. Free from what? What is that to Zarathustra! But your eyes should announce to me brightly: free for what?

I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.

The child as a monument to the passion of two people; the will to oneness in two.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

The parasites live where the great have little secret sores.

We should turn our death into a celebration, even if only out of a malice towards life: towards the woman who wants to leave--us!