I ascended, I ascended, I dreamt, I thought,—but everything oppressed me. A sick one did I resemble, whom bad torture wearieth, and a worse dream reawakeneth out of his first sleep.—But there is something in...

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

To be incapable of taking one’s enemies, one’s accidents, even one’s misdeeds seriously for very long – that is the sign of strong full natures in whom there is an excess of power to form,...

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the “gai saber,” to whom...

The Thought of Death. It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this confusion of streets, of necessities, of voices: how much enjoyment, impatience and desire, how much thirsty life and...

This eternal accusation against Christianity I shall write upon all walls, wherever walls are to be found–I have letters that even the blind will be able to see. . . . I call Christianity the...

The worst readers are those who behave like plundering troops: they take away a few things they can use, dirty and confound the remainder, and revile the whole.

Without the errors which are active in every psychical pleasure and displeasrue a humanity would never have come into existence–whose fundamental feeling is and remains that man is the free being in a world of...

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

There is no such thing as moral phenomena, but only a moral interpretation of phenomena

Youth is an unpleasant period; for then it is not possible or not prudent to be productive in any sense whatsoever.

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Great intellects are skeptical.

Genius too does nothing but learn first how to lay bricks then how to build, and continually seek for material and continually form itself around it.Every activity of man is amazingly complicated, not only that...

apa? kamu mencari? kamu ingin membanyakkan dirimu menjadi sepuluh, seratus kali? kamu mencari pengikut? carilah nol!

There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired.

The life of the enemy . Whoever lives for the sake of combating an enemy has an interest in the enemy’s staying alive.

If a man has character, he has also his typical experience, which always recurs.

Popular medicine and popular morality belong together and ought not to be evaluated so differently as they still are: both are the most dangerous pseudo-sciences.

Against the censurers of brevity. – Something said briefly can be the fruit of much long thought: but the reader who is a novice in this field, and has as yet reflected on it not...

One in three all friends are:Brothers in distress,equals facing rivals,free men – facing death!

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.

Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me

But how can we venture to reprove or praise the universe! Let us beware of attributing to it heartlessness and unreason or their opposites: it is neither perfect nor beautiful nor noble, and has no...

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Thus the man who is responsive to artistic stimuli reacts to the reality of dreams as does the philosopher to the reality of existence; he observes closely, and he enjoys his observation: for it is...

A veces contemplo la esencia de la vida de una manera tan profunda que de repente miro a mi alrededor y veo que nadie me acompaña, que mi único compañero es el tiempo…

Weariness, which seeketh to get to the ultimate with one leap, with a death-leap; a poor ignorant weariness, unwilling even to will any longer: that created all Gods and backworlds.

dari sekolah militer kehidupan: apa yang tidak membunuhku membuatku kuat

The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.

Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.

You tell me: ‘Life is hard to bear.’ But if it were otherwise why should you have your pride in the morning and your resignation in the evening?Life is hard to bear: but do not...

Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man?

That is an artist as I love artists, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art – panem et Circen.

Virtue is under certain circumstances merely an honorable form of stupidity: who could be ill-disposed toward it on that account? And this kind of virtue has not been outlived even today. A kind of sturdy...

The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

Was aus Liebe getan wird, geschieht immer jenseits von Gut und Böse. (What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.)

Books that teach us to dance: There are writers who, by portraying the impossible as possible, and by speaking of morality and genius as if both were high-spirited freedom, as if man were rising up...

if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.

Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?

It is invisible hands that torment and bend us the worst

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

Youth’s longing misconceived inconsistency.Those whom I deemedChanged to my kin, the friends of whom I dreamed,Have aged and lost our old affinity:One has to change to stay akin to me.

Love, too, has to be learned.

…inability to lie is still far from being love to truth. Be on your guard! … He who cannot lie, doth not know what truth is.

One must reach out and try to grasp this astonishing finesse, that the value of lif cannot be estimated.

It was a subtle refinement of God to learn Greek when he wished to write a book – and that he did not learn it better.

What good is all this free-thinking, modernity, and turncoat flexibility if at some gut level you are still a Christian, a Catholic, and even a priest!

Every characteristic absence of spirituality, every piece of common vulgarity, is due to an inability to resist a stimulus – you have to react, you follow every impulse.