Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.

You call yourself free? I want to hear your ruling thought and not that you have escaped a yoke. Are you such a one as was permitted to escape a yoke? There are some who threw away their ultimate worth when they threw away their servitude. Free from what? What is that to Zarathustra! But your eyes should announce to me brightly: free for what?

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.

Science and art have that in common that everyday things seem to them new and attractive.

There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.

Whoever despises himself still esteems the despiser within himself.