The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Happiness is the feeling that power increases - that resistance is being overcome.

Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.

They climb the mountain like beasts, stupid and sweating; it seems that no one bothered to tell them that there are beautiful vistas along the way.

Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.