Quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche

In the course of history, men come to see that iron necessity is neither iron nor necessary.

For, truth to tell, dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education: dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen — that one must learn how to write?

Go up close to your friend, but do not go over to him! We should also respect the enemy in our friend.

All great artists and thinkers are great workers.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

Many people, especially women, never experience boredom because they have never learned to work properly.

The world is a work of art that gives birth to itself.

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think.

People who live in an age of corruption are witty and slanderous; they know that there are other kinds of murder than by dagger or assault; they also know that whatever is well said is believed.

The deeper minds of all ages have had pity for animals.

Profundity of thought belongs to youth, clarity of thought to old age.

We belong to an age whose culture is in danger of perishing through the means to culture.

The great wars of the present age are the effects of the study of history.

What an age experiences as evil is usually an untimely reverberation echoing what was previously experienced as good--the atavismof an older ideal.

My solitude doesn't depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

The doer alone learneth.

One does not kill by anger but by laughter.

We do not hate as long as we still attach a lesser value, but only when we attach an equal or a greater value.

There exists above the "productive" man a yet higher species.

Every fact and every work exercises a fresh persuasion over every age and every new species of man. History always enunciates new truths.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

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.

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

The form of a work of art, which gives speech to their thoughts and is, therefore, their mode of talking, is always somewhat uncertain, like all kinds of speech.