Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

Very early in my life I took the question of the relation of art to truth seriously: even now I stand in holy dread in the face of this discordance. My first book was devoted to it. The Birth of Tragedy believes in art on the background of another belief

As soon as we are shown the existence of something old in a new thing, we are pacified.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.

Sometimes we owe a friend to the lucky circumstance that we give him no cause for envy.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

One lives for the day, one lives very fast, one lives very irresponsibly: precisely this is called "freedom."