Christianity is a metaphysics of the hangman.

He who possesses greatness is cruel towards his secondary virtues and considerations.

So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!

You say a good cause justifies any war; but I say a good war justifies any cause.

I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to rule -- and, conversely, the desire to rule has often appeared to me a sign of inward weakness: they fear their own slave soul and shroud it in a royal cloak (in the end, they still become the slaves of their followers, their fame, etc.)

When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.