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

I could only believe in a God who could dance... And now a God dances through me.

What can everyone do? Praise and blame. This is human virtue, this is human madness.

We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.

I want to speak to the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies-- and thus become silent.

We cannot live without valuing: but we can live without valuing what you value.

He who knows himself to be profound endeavors to be clear; he who would like to appear profound to the crowd endeavors to be obscure.