I want to teach men the sense of their existence, which is the Superman, the lightning out of the dark cloud man.

Noble and wise men once believed in the music of the spheres: noble and wise men still continue to believe in the "moral significance of existence." But one day even this sphere-music will no longer be audible to them! They will wake up and take note that their ears were dreaming.

There is nothing more necessary than truth, and in comparison with it everything else has only secondary value. This absolute will to truth: what is it? Is it the will to not allow ourselves to be deceived? Is it the will not to deceive? One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.

I have exposed myself and am not ashamed to stand there naked. "Shame" is what we call the monster that attached itself to men when they aspired beyond the animals.

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.

The charm of knowledge would be small indeed, were it not that there is so much shame to be overcome on the way to it.

The living is merely a type of what is dead, and a very rare type.