When Zarathustra was alone . . . he said to his heart: "Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that God is dead!"

The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.

To learn from our enemies is the best pathway to loving them: for it makes us grateful to them.

He who lives as children live - who does not struggle for his bread and does not believe that his actions possess any ultimate significance - remains childlike.

It is neither the best nor the worst things in a book that defy translation.

Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.

Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.