With deep men, as with deep wells, it takes a long time for anything that falls into them to hit bottom. Onlookers, who almost never wait long enough, readily suppose that such men are callous and unresponsive--or even boring.

It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.

Our drives are reducible to the will to power. The will to power is the ultimate fact at which we arrive.

Today a man of knowledge might well feel as though he were God transformed into an animal.

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

His (the theologian) basic instinct of self preservation forbids him to respect reality at any point or even to let it get a word in.

Only great pain is, as the teacher of great suspicion, the ultimate liberator of the spirit...I doubt whether such pain improves us-but I do know it deepens us.