I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own down-going.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

What doesn't kill you make you stronger.

One must know how to conserve oneself- the best test of independence.