Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.

O my brothers, am I then cruel? But I say: that which is falling should also be pushed!

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

Not the intensity but the duration of high feelings makes high men.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to rule -- and, conversely, the desire to rule has often appeared to me a sign of inward weakness: they fear their own slave soul and shroud it in a royal cloak (in the end, they still become the slaves of their followers, their fame, etc.)

Among human beings there is no greater banality than death. Second in order, because it is possible to die without being born, comes birth, and next comes marriage.