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

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

The strong individual loves the earth so much he lusts for recurrence. He can smile in the face of the most terrible thought: meaningless, aimless existence recurring eternally. The second characteristic of such a man is that he has the strength to recognize - and to live with the recognition - that the world is valueless in itself and that all values are human ones. He creates himself by fashioning his own values; he has the pride to live by the values he wills.

In every form of womanly love something of motherly love also comes to light.

All names of good and evil are images; they do not speak out, they only hint. He is a fool who seeks knowledge from them.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

I am one thing, my writings are another.