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.

The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

A man of genius is unbearable, unless he possesses at least two things besides: gratitude and purity.

My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be other than it is, not in the future, not in the past, not in all eternity.

Compulsion precedes morality, indeed morality itself is compulsion for a time, to which one submits for the avoidance of pain.

I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.

Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.