No artist tolerates reality.

Nobody is more inferior than those who insist on being equal.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

In order for once to get a glimpse of our European morality from a distance, in order to compare it with other earlier or future moralities, one must do as the traveller who wants to know the height of the towers of a city: he leaves the city.

It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.

Strength is the morality of the man who stands out from the rest, and it is mine.

[Heraclitus' language] dispenses with lightness and artificial decoration, foremost out of disgust for humanity and out of [his own] defiant feeling.