Men inadvertently comport themselves with nobility when they have grown accustomed to wanting nothing from others and always giving to them.

Are you visiting women? Do not forget your whip

A Dionysian life task needs the hardness of the hammer and one of its first essentials is without doubt the joy to be found even in destruction.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

Childhood and youth are ends in themselves, not stages.

We have no organ at all for knowledge, for truth: we know (or believe or imagine) precisely as much as may be useful in the interest of the human herd, the species: and even what is here called usefulness is in the end only a belief, something imagined and perhaps precisely that most fatal piece of stupidity by which we shall one day perish.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.