All I need is a sheet of paper and something to write with, and then I can turn the world upside down.

The criminal type is the type of the strong human being under unfavorable circumstances: a strong human being made sick.

The enjoyment that all morality has given us to now and that it continues to give us--and so, what has kept it going up to now--lies in everyone's right, without lengthy investigation, to praise and blame. And who could endure life without praising and blaming!

Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.

In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.

What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.