A book calls for pen, ink, and a writing desk; today the rule is that pen, ink, and a writing desk call for a book.

Wherever I found a living creature, there I found the will to power.

Truly, it is a blessing and not a blasphemy when I teach that "above all things there stands the heaven of chance, the heaven of innocence, the heaven of accident, the heaven of wantonness".

Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health.

Christianity has taken the part of all the weak, the low, the botched; it has made an ideal out of antagonism to all the self preservative instincts of sound life; it has corrupted even the faculties of those natures that are intellectually most vigorous, by representing the highest intellectual values as sinful, as misleading, as full of temptation.

As regards the celebrated struggle for life, it seems to me for the present to have been rather asserted than proved. It does occur, but as the exception; the general aspect of life is not hunger and distress, but rather wealth, luxury, even absurd prodigality -- where there is a struggle it is a struggle for power.

As a human being Plato mingles regal, exclusive, and self-contained features with melancholy compassion.