There are no facts, only interpretations.

All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.

Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?

The love of power is the demon of mankind.

THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.

There are the spiritually consumptive ones: hardly are they born when they begin to die, and long for doctrines of lassitude and renunciation.