Whatever we have words for, that we have already got beyond.

One must repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?

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

What the philosopher is seeking is not truth, but rather the metamorphosis of the world into man.

The wittiest authors evoke a barely perceptible smile.

But let me open up my heart to you completely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I bear not being a god! Hence, there areno gods. I drew this conclusion, to be sure--but now it draws me.

The way to transmute your iron duty into gold in everyone's eyes is this: always deliver more than you promise.