Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

He who attains his ideal, precisely thereby surpasses it.

He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.

Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.