And just look at these men: their eye saith it - they know nothing better on earth than to be with a woman. Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! If their filth hath spirit in it!
The discerning one walketh amongst men as amongst animals.
As yet hath his knowledge not learned to smile, and to be without jealously ; as yet hath his gushing passion not become calm in beauty.
Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulner...
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.
Man is something that shall be overcome.... Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman -- a rope over an abyss... What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.
I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in you.
Visiting the sick' is an orgasm of superiority in the contemplation of our neighbor's helplessness
The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a sacred Yes.
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
It is invisible hands that torment and bend us the worst
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
There are many good inventions on earth, some useful, some pleasing: for their sake, the earth is to be loved. And there is such a variety of well-invented things that the earth is like the breasts of a woman: useful as well as pleasing.
Still am I the richest and most to be envied - I, the lonesomest one!
But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthword, downword, into the dark, the deep - into evil.
All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall b...
