All philosophy is a form of confession.

The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race can no more be exterminated than the flea can be. The last man lives the longest.

Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.

It is so little true that martyrs offer any support to the truth of a cause that I am inclined to deny that any martyr has ever had anything to do with the truth at all.

Ultimately, no one can extract from things, books included, more than he already knows.

You want to be paid as well, you virtuous! You want reward for virtue, and heaven for earth, and eternity for your today?

As soon as a religion comes to dominate it has as its opponents all those who would have been its first disciples.