Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

The enjoyment that all morality has given us to now and that it continues to give us--and so, what has kept it going up to now--lies in everyone's right, without lengthy investigation, to praise and blame. And who could endure life without praising and blaming!

Verily, I do not like them, the merciful who feel blessed in their pity: they are lacking too much in shame. If I must pity, at least I do not want it known; and if I do pity, it is preferably from a distance.

So long as the priest, that professional negator, slanderer and poisoner of life, is regarded as a superior type of human being, there cannot be any answer to the question: What is Truth?

How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.

I no longer want to walk on worn soles.