Friedrich Nietzsche

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.

In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.

Life, and you, and I, and all of us together became for a while interesing to ourselves once more.

Knowledge kills action; action requires the veils of illusion.

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.

He who cannot command himself should obey. And many can command themselves, but much is still lacking before they can obey themselves.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.

If we make sacrifices in doing good or in doing ill, it does not alter the ultimate value of our actions; even if we stake our life in the cause, as martyrs do for the sake of our church : it is a sacrifice to our longing for power, or for the purpose of conserving our sense of power.

Do ask yourself why you, the individual, exist, and if you can get no other answer try for once to justify the meaning of your existence as it were a posteriori by setting before yourself an aim, a goal, a 'to this end', an exalted and noble 'to this end'.

He who has attained the freedom of reason to any extent cannot, for a long time, regard himself otherwise than as a wanderer on the face of the earth - and not even as a traveler towards a final goal, for there is no such thing. But he certainly wants to observe and keep his eyes open to whatever actually happens in the world; therefore he cannot attach his heart too firmly to anything individual; he must have in himself something wandering that takes pleasure in change and transitoriness.

My formula for happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.

The man of the future who will redeem us not only from the hitherto reigning ideal but also from that which was bound to grow out of it, the great nausea, the will to nothingness, nihilism; this bell stroke of noon and of the great decision that liberates the will again and restores its goal to the earth and his hope to man; this Antichrist and anti-nihilist; this victor over God and nothingness - he must come one day.

I teach you the Overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him? ... The time has come for man to set himself a goal. The time has come to plant the seed to his highest hope.

This woman is beautiful and clever: but how much cleverer she would have become if she were not beautiful!

It is nothing but fanaticism and beautiful soulism to expect very much (or even, much only) from humanity when it has forgotten how to wage war.

By losing your goal, You have lost your way.

In the beautiful, man sets himself up as the standard of perfection; in select cases he worships himself in it. Man believes that the world itself is filled with beauty -he forgets that it is he who has created it. He alone has bestowed beauty upon the world -alas! only a very human, an all too human, beauty.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

Our crime against criminals lies in the fact that we treat them like rascals.