Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
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He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.
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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.
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We ought to learn from the kine one thing: ruminating.
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One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.
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In every party there is one person who, through his dotingly credulous enunciation of party principles, incites the other members to defection.
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Every word is a prejudice.
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I am almost equal to a shadow.
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One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one's own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all.
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We should be a mirror of being: we are God in miniature.
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Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.
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...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.
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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.
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To be ashamed of one's immorality: that is a step on the staircase at whose end one is also ashamed of one's morality.
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A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.
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Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.
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One who is unassuming in dealing with people exhibits his arrogance all the more strongly in dealing with things (city, state, society, age, mankind). That is his revenge.
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I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.
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Even the most honest writer lets slip a word too many when he wants to round off a period.
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Since Copernicus, man seems to have got himself on an inclined plane-now he is slipping faster and faster away from the center into-what? into nothingness? into a 'penetrating sense of his nothingness?' ... all science, natural as well as unnatural-which is what I call the self-critique of knowledge-has at present the object of dissuading man from his former respect for himself, as if this had been but a piece of bizarre conceit.
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One who has given up any hope of winning a fight or has clearly lost it wants his style in fighting to be admired all the more.
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You lovers of knowledge! So what have you done out of your love of knowledge up to now? Have you already stolen and murdered so as to know how a thief and a murderer feels?
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Die Länge des Tages. - Wenn man viel hineinzustecken hat, so hat ein Tag hundert Taschen.
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Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
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At a certain place in Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, for example, he might feel that he is floating above the earth in a starry dome, with the dream of immortality in his heart; all the stars seem to glimmer around him, and the earth seems to sink ever deeper downwards.