Nothing is beautiful, except man: all aesthetics rest on this naivete, it is their first truth. Let us straightway add the second: nothing is ugly, except degenerating man; — the domain of aesthetic judgment is thereby limited.
My concept of freedom. — The worth of a thing lies sometimes not in what one attains with it, but in what one pays for it — what it costs us.
Judgments, valuations with regard to life, for or against, can ultimately never be true: they only possess value as symptoms, they only come into consideration as symptoms, — in themselves such judgments are follies.
If a woman possesses manly virtues, she is to be run away from; and if she does not possess them, she runs away herself.
Idleness is the parent of all psychology.
How is it? Is man only a mistake of God? Or God only a mistake of man?
Every truth is simple — Is that not doubly a lie?
Does wisdom perhaps appear on earth as a raven inspirited by a faint scent of carrion?
Danger which first teaches us to know our resources, our virtues, our shield and sword, our genius — which compels us to be strong…
Christianity is the hangman’s metaphysics.
Aphorism and the sentence, in which I, as the foremost among the Germans, am master, are the forms of “eternity;” my ambition is to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a book, — what every one else does not say in a book…
“Bad men have no songs.” — How is it that the Russians have songs?
