The English are the people of consummate cant.

A nation usually renews its youth on a political sick-bed, and there finds again the spirit which it had gradually lost in seeking and maintaining power.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

Every master has but one disciple, and that one becomes unfaithful to him, for he too is destined for master-ship.

What verse is for the poet, dialectical thinking is for the philosopher. He grasps for it in order to get hold of his own enchantment, in order to perpetuate it.

The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

What then in the last resort are the truths of mankind? They are the irrefutable errors of mankind.