Many Are Stubborn In Pursuit Of The Path They Have Chosen, Few In Pursuit Of The Goal.
The Future Influences The Present Just As Much As The Past.
The Individual Has Always Had To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe. If You Try It, You Will Be Lonely Often, And Sometimes Frightened. But No Price Is Too High To Pay For The Privilege Of Owning Yourself.
A Woman May Very Well Form A Friendship With A Man, But For This To Endure, It Must Be Assisted By A Little Physical Antipathy.
A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum Shows That Faith Does Not Prove Anything.
A Pair Of Powerful Spectacles Has Sometimes Sufficed To Cure A Person In Love.
Although The Most Acute Judges Of The Witches And Even The Witches Themselves, Were Convinced Of The Guilt Of Witchery, The Guilt Nevertheless Was Non-existent. It Is Thus With All Guilt.
Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul.
Nothing Has Been Purchased More Dearly Than The Little Bit Of Reason And Sense Of Freedom Which Now Constitutes Our Pride.
He Who Fights With Monsters Might Take Care Lest He Thereby Become A Monster. Is Not Life A Hundred Times Too Short For Us To Bore Ourselves?
Morality Is The Herd-instinct In The Individual.
Whoever Fights Monsters Should See To It That In The Process He Does Not Become A Monster. And If You Gaze Long Enough Into An Abyss, The Abyss Will Gaze Back Into You.
Faith: Not Wanting To Know What Is True.
Madness Is Rare In Individuals - But In Groups, Parties, Nations, And Ages It Is The Rule.
People Who Have Given Us Their Complete Confidence Believe That They Have A Right To Ours. The Inference Is False, A Gift Confers No Rights.
I Cannot Believe In A God Who Wants To Be Praised All The Time.
At Times One Remains Faithful To A Cause Only Because Its Opponents Do Not Cease To Be Insipid.
At Times One Remains Faithful To A Cause Only Because Its Opponents Do Not Cease To Be Insipid.
We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.
The Irrationality Of A Thing Is No Argument Against Its Existence, Rather A Condition Of It.
In The Consciousness Of The Truth He Has Perceived, Man Now Sees Everywhere Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence And Loathing Seizes Him.
The 'Kingdom Of Heaven' Is A Condition Of The Heart - Not Something That Comes 'Upon The Earth' Or 'After Death.'
To Live Is To Suffer, To Survive Is To Find Some Meaning In The Suffering.
What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself In Man.
We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of The Truth.
One Has To Pay Dearly For Immortality; One Has To Die Several Times While One Is Still Alive.
An Artist Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.
I Assess The Power Of A Will By How Much Resistance, Pain, Torture It Endures And Knows How To Turn To Its Advantage.
Fear Is The Mother Of Morality.
You Have Your Way. I Have My Way. As For The Right Way, The Correct Way, And The Only Way, It Does Not Exist.
He That Humbleth Himself Wishes To Be Exalted.
The Word 'Christianity' Is Already A Misunderstanding - In Reality There Has Been Only One Christian, And He Died On The Cross.
Undeserved Praise Causes More Pangs Of Conscience Later Than Undeserved Blame, But Probably Only For This Reason, That Our Power Of Judgment Are More Completely Exposed By Being Over Praised Than By Being Unjustly Underestimated.
Success Has Always Been A Great Liar.
In Every Real Man A Child Is Hidden That Wants To Play.
Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.
When One Does Away With Oneself One Does The Most Estimable Thing Possible: One Thereby Almost Deserves To Live.
There Is More Wisdom In Your Body Than In Your Deepest Philosophy.
War Has Always Been The Grand Sagacity Of Every Spirit Which Has Grown Too Inward And Too Profound; Its Curative Power Lies Even In The Wounds One Receives.
Of All That Is Written, I Love Only What A Person Has Written With His Own Blood.
Love Matches, So Called, Have Illusion For Their Father And Need For Their Mother.
Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.
Whatever Is Done For Love Always Occurs Beyond Good And Evil.
I Still Live, I Still Think: I Still Have To Live, For I Still Have To Think.
Thoughts Are The Shadows Of Our Feelings - Always Darker, Emptier And Simpler.
Words Are But Symbols For The Relations Of Things To One Another And To Us; Nowhere Do They Touch Upon Absolute Truth.
There Are Horrible People Who, Instead Of Solving A Problem, Tangle It Up And Make It Harder To Solve For Anyone Who Wants To Deal With It. Whoever Does Not Know How To Hit The Nail On The Head Should Be Asked Not To Hit It At All.
There Are Slavish Souls Who Carry Their Appreciation For Favors Done Them So Far That They Strangle Themselves With The Rope Of Gratitude.
There Is An Innocence In Admiration; It Is Found In Those To Whom It Has Never Yet Occurred That They, Too, Might Be Admired Some Day.
There Are Various Eyes. Even The Sphinx Has Eyes: And As A Result There Are Various Truths, And As A Result There Is No Truth.