All good things were formerly bad things; every original sin has turned into an original virtue.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

I am Zarathustra the Godless: where shall I find my equal? All those who give themselves their own will and renounce all submission, they are my equals.

If a woman possesses manly virtues, she is to be run away from; and if she does not possess them, she runs away herself.

One has been a poor spectator of life if one has not witnessed the hand - that kills from mercy.

To the mean all becomes mean.

THE SUFFERING OF GENIUS AND ITS VALUE. The artistic genius desires to give pleasure, but if his mind is on a very high plane he does not easily find anyone to share his pleasure; he offers entertainment but nobody accepts it. That gives him, in certain circumstances, a comically touching pathos; for he has no right to force pleasure on men. He pipes, but none will dance: can that be tragic?