No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day.
My wisdom hath accumulated long like a cloud, it becometh stiller and darker. So doeth all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings.
Man is something that is to be surpassed.
Man is for woman a means: the purpose is always the child.
Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman — a rope over an abyss.
It is true we love life; not because we are used to life, but because we are used to loving.
It is the stillest words which bring the storm. Thoughts that come with doves’ footsteps guide the world.
It is the good war that halloweth every cause.
In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play.
In solitude there groweth what any one bringeth into it – also the brute in one’s nature. Thus is solitude inadvisable unto many.
In everything there is one thing impossible – rationality!
In divining and keeping silence shall the friend be a master: not everything must thou wish to see.