Friedrich Nietzsche

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind.

What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?

Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.

There's no defense against stupidity.

Sharp and mild, dull and keen, well known and strange, dirty and clean, where both the fool and wise are seen: All this am I, have ever been, - in me dove, snake and swine convene!

Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!

Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.

Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.

What really raises one's indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering

A man far oftener appears to have a decided character from persistently following his temperament than from persistently following his principles.

There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary

Good writers have two things in common: they prefer to be understood rather than admired; and they do not write for knowing and over-acute readers.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.

Was that life? Well then, once more!

But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeketh to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark and deep — into the evil.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness.

Well-meaning, helpful, good-natured attitudes of mind have not come to be honored on account of their usefulness, but because they are states of richer souls that are capable of bestowing and have their value in the feeling of the plenitude of life.

I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.