Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?

My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be other than it is, not in the future, not in the past, not in all eternity.

Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.

Inaction, letting be, neither creating nor destroying--that is my evil. And also the knower as one without desire.

Never trust a thought that didn't come by walking.

Out of a brotherly love we occasionally embrace this or that somebody (because we cannot embrace everybody): but we must never letour somebody know it.

One never perishes through anybody but oneself.