Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
The danger in happiness - "Now everything is turning out right for me; from now on i'll love every turn of fate - Who wants to be my fate?
A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.
Ye shall only have foes to be hated; but not foes to be despised: ye must be proud of your foes.
A man unconsciously imagines that where he is strong, where he feels most thoroughly alive, the element of his freedom must lie.
Compulsion precedes morality, indeed morality itself is compulsion for a time, to which one submits for the avoidance of pain.
The destiny of mankind is arranged for happy moments every life has such but not for happy times.
To think historically is almost the same thing now as if in all ages history had been made according to theory.
For the purpose of knowledge we must know how to make use of the inward current which draws us towards a thing, and also of the current which after a time draws us away from it.
Spiritual strength and passion, when accompanied by bad manners, only provoke loathing.
Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.
Courage is the best slayer - courage which attacketh, for in every attack there is the sound of triumph.
Curiosity creeps into the houses of the unfortunate and the needy under the name of duty or of pity.
It is a prejudice to think that morality is more favourable to the development of reason than immorality.
For all things are baptized at the font of eternity, and beyond good and evil; good and evil themselves, however, are but intervening shadows and damp afflictions and passing clouds.
To escape boredom, man works either beyond what his usual needs require, or else he invents play, that is, work that is designed to quiet no need other than that for working in general.
Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy
Gradually it has become clear to me what every great philosophy so far has been: namely, the personal confession of its author and a kind of involuntary and unconscious memoir.
Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.
One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.
You highest men whom I have ever seen! This is my suspicion about you and my secret laughter: I guess that you would call my superman--a devil!
In a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.
Not to be cowardly when it comes to our own actions! Not to leave them in the lurch!--The sting of conscience is indecent.
Whoever has looked deeply into the world might well guess what wisdom lies in the superficiality of men.
Men inadvertently comport themselves with nobility when they have grown accustomed to wanting nothing from others and always giving to them.
It is not to everyone's taste that truth should be pronounced pleasant. But at least let no one believe that error becomes truth when it is pronounced unpleasant.
I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.
The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.
Without the perpetual counterfeiting of the universe by number, man could not continue to live
Yet where is your inner value when you no longer know what it is to breathe freely; when you no longer have freedom over your own selves
The rising and falling of the scales of pride and humility sustain the brooding mind as well as the alternations of desire and peace of the soul.
One must first be firmly set in oneself, one must stand securely on one's own two legs otherwise one cannot love at all.
If we have our own why of life, we shall get along with almost any how. Man does not strive for pleasure; only the Englishman does.
What the sense feeleth, what the spirit discerneth, hath never its end in itself. But sense and spirit would fain persuade thee that they are the end of all things: so vain are they.
There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.
Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?
When the gratitude that many owe to one discards all modesty, then there is fame.
Some men have sighed over the abduction of their wives, but many more have sighed because no one wanted to abduct theirs.
Not with wrath do we kill, but with laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.
