Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
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One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, one's own is the last to be dug up.
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"God", "the immortality of the soul", "salvation", "the beyond"-even as a child I had no time for such notions, I do not waste any time upon them-maybe I was never childish enough for that?
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Whoever has character also has his typical experience, which returns over and over again.
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Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.
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What? A great man? I only ever see the ape of his own ideal.
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Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.
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Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature.
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Freier Wille ohne Fatum ist ebenso wenig denkbar, wie Geist ohne Reelles, Gutes ohne Böses.
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What is it that you love in others? – My hopes.
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The so-called paradoxes of an author, to which a reader takes exception, often exist not in the author's book at all, but rather in the reader's head.
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There are more idols than realities in the world: that is my "evil eye" for this world, which is also my "evil ear".
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The quality of a marriage is proven by its ability to tolerate an occasional "exception.
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The creation of freedom for oneself and a sacred "No" even to duty -- for that, my brothers, the lion is needed.
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A thought comes when it will, not when I will.
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The desire for a strong faith is not the proof of a strong faith, rather the opposite. If one has it one may permit oneself the beautiful luxury of skepticism: one is secure enough, fixed enough for it.
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[Heraclitus had] a regal air of certainty.
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Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!
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Love is blind, friends close their eyes.
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No more fiction, for now we calculate; but that we may calculate, we had to make fiction first.
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Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.
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The best belongs to me and mine; and if we are not given it, we take it: the best food, the purest sky, the most robust thoughts, the fairest women!
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And it is the great noon when man stands at the midpoint of his course between beast and superman and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope: for it is the way to a new morning.
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We are, indeed, not among the least contented. You, however, if your belief makes you blessed then appear to be blessed! Your faces have always been more injurious to your belief than our objections have! If these glad tidings of your Bible were written on your faces, you would not need to insist so obstinately on the authority of that book ... As things are, however, all your apologies for Christianity have their roots in your lack of Christianity; with your defense plea you inscribe your own bill of indictment.
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Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.