No man ever wrote more eloquently and luminously [than Heraclitus].

Women and egoistic artists entertain a feeling towards science that is something composed of envy and sentimentality.

Enjoyment and innocence are the most bashful things: both do not want to be sought.

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

Now know I well what people sought formerly above all else when they sought Teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought for themselves, and poppy-head virtues to promote it! To all those be-lauded sages of the academic chairs, wisdom was sleep Without dreams: they knew no higher significance of life. Even at present, to be sure, there are some like this preacher of virtue, and not always so honorable: but their time is past. And not much longer do they stand: there they already lie. Blessed are those drowsy ones: for they shall soon nod to sleep.-Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself.

We pay dearly for immortality: we die for it more than once during our lifetimes.