Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.
Books for all the world are always foul-smelling books: the smell of small people clings to them.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
In the end one only experiences oneself.
What is good? All that enhances the feeling of power, the Will to Power, and power itself in man. What is bad? — All that proceeds from weakness. What is happiness? — The feeling that power is increasing — that resistance has been overcome.
Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.