There are people who are so presumptuous that they know no other way to praise a greatness that they publicly admire than by representing it as a preliminary stage and bridge leading to themselves.

But anyone who has really made sacrifices knows that he wanted and got something in return perhaps something for something of himself - that he gave up in order to have more here or at least to feel that he has "more".

Wherever I found a living creature, there I found the will to power.

Knowledge kills action; action requires the veils of illusion.

He who has always spared himself much will in the end become sickly of so much consideration. Praised be what hardens!

This demand follows from an insight that I was the first to articulate: that there are no moral facts.

Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.