Ultimately, no one can extract from things, books included, more than he already knows.
Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.
No artist will tolerate the world for one second as it is.
Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity. To make the individual uncomfortable, that is my task.