Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes

To the mean all becomes mean.

We become aware, however, that all customs, even the hardest, grow pleasanter and milder with time, and that the severest way of life may become a habit and therefore a pleasure.

Democratic institutions form a system of quarantine for tyrannical desires.

Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.

Even the pluckiest among us has but seldom the courage of what he really knows.

We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.

Man's task is simple. He should cease letting his existence be a thoughtless accident.

I shall repeat a hundred times; we really ought to free ourselves from the seduction of words!

You are rewarding a teacher poorly if you remain always a pupil.

A bad conscience is easier to cope with than a bad reputation.

What is evil?-Whatever springs from weakness.

one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.

The value of life itself cannot be estimated.

The world is poor for him who has never been sick enough for this 'voluptuousness of hell

Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.

But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs - is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

One must renounce the bad taste of wishing to agree with many people.

Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain?

Every achievement, every step forward in knowledge, is the consequence of courage, of toughness towards oneself, of sincerity to oneself

When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.

I am a law only for my kind, I am no law for all.

The discipline of suffering, of great suffering - do you not know that it is this discipline alone that has produced all the elevations of humanity so far?

Human, all too human.

All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks, in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

Only sick music makes money today.

All sciences are now under the obligation to prepare the ground for the future task of the philosopher, which is to solve the problem of value, to determine the true hierarchy of values.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?

Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering among innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge.

The vanity of others runs counter to our taste only when it runs counter to our vanity.

A strong and well-constituted man digests his experiences (deeds and misdeeds all included) just as he digests his meats, even when he has some tough morsels to swallow.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

When a man is ill his very goodness is sickly.

Even today a crude sort of persecution is all that is required to create an honorable name for any sect, no matter how indifferent in itself.

In praise there is more obtrusiveness than in blame.

Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.

God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

We praise or blame as one or the other affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgement.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

Virtues are dangerous as vices insofar as they are allowed to rule over one as authorities and not as qualities one develops oneself.

Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?

Has a woman who knew she was well-dressed ever caught a cold?

Stupidity in a woman is unfeminine.

Whoever commits to paper what he suffers becomes a melancholy author: but he becomes a serious author when he tells us what he suffered and why he now reposes in joy.

Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.