How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

When the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

Whatever we think about and question a lot becomes questionable.

The overman...Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. Aware of life's terrors, he affirms life without resentment.

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.)