Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

One should never know too precisely whom one has married

“Evil men have no songs.” How is it, then, that the Russians have songs?

What is the ape to man? A laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment. And just that shall man be for the superman: a laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment.

In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.

When death brings at last the desired forgetfulness, it abolishes life and being together, and sets the seal on the knowledge that "being" is merely a continual "has been," a thing that lives by denying and destroying and contradicting itself.

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship.