Quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche

When the centre of gravity of life is placed, not in life itself, but in "the beyond"—in nothingness—then one has taken away its centre of gravity altogether.

There are many more languages than one imagines. And man reveals himself much more often than he wishes. So many things that speak! But there are always so few listeners, so that man, so to speak, only chatters in a void when he engages in confessions. He wastes his truths just as the sun wastes its light. Isn't it too bad that the void has no ears?

But let me reveal my heart to you entirely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I endure not to be a god! Hence there are no gods.

And now we celebrate, in victory bound, The feast of feasts: Friend Zarathustra came, the guest of guests! Now laughs the world, the ancient curtain's torn, And light and darkness wedded are as one...

Con ng??i là má»™t cái gì Ä'ó c?n ph?i v??t qua.

One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.

Who suffers more? After a personal disagreement and quarrel between a woman and a man, the one party suffers most at the thought of having hurt the other; while that other party suffers most at the thought of not having hurt the first enough; for which reason it tries by tears, sobs, and contorted features, to weigh down the other person's heart, even afterwards

You implanted your highest goal into the heart of those passions: then they became your virtues and joys.

Mathematics would certainly have not come into existence if one had known from the beginning that there was in nature no exactly straight line, no actual circle, no absolute magnitude.

The night is also a sun.

Books for the general reader are always ill-smelling books, the odour of paltry people clings to them. Where the populace eat and drink, and even where they reverence, it is accustomed to stink. One should not go into churches if one wishes to breathe pure air.

The man who has come to know vice in connection with pleasure... imagines that virtue must be associated with displeasure.

Wherever life and knowledge seemed to contradict each other, there was never any serious struggle: in such cases, denial and doubt amounted to madness.

I don't want to be a saint, and would rather be a buffoon...

let man fear woman when she loves. then she bears every sacrifice and every other thing she accounts valueless.

I have been casting shadows all my life without caring about how deeply they stain my soul.

Where there have been powerful governments, societies, religions, public opinions, in short wherever there has been tyranny, there the solitary philosopher has been hated; for philosophy offers an asylum to a man into which no tyranny can force it way, the inward cave, the labyrinth of the heart.

What could destroy us more quickly than working, thinking, and feeling without any inner necessity, without any deeply personal choice, without pleasure - as an automaton of duty? This is the very recipe for decadence, even for idiocy.

Cinismul este singura form? prin care sufletele obiÅŸnuite acced la ceea ce se numeÅŸte onestitate; iar omul superior, aflându-se în prezenta cinismului, fie el mai grosolan sau mai rafinat, trebuie s?-ÅŸi ciuleasc? urechile ÅŸi s? se felicite de fiece dat? când chiar în faÅ£a lui prinde glas bufonul cel neruÅŸinat sau satirul ÅŸtiinÅ£ific.

Îns? în ceea ce îi priveÅŸte pe "prietenii cei buni", mereu prea comozi ÅŸi care, tocmai ca prieteni, îÅŸi închipuie c? au dreptul la comoditate, faci bine dac? le avansezi un loc de joac?, o aren? a nepriceperii lor: vei avea astfel pricin? de râs; - sau s?-i înl?turi cu totul pe aceÅŸti prieteni buni, - ÅŸi iar s? râzi!

Art as the single superior counter-force against all will to negation of life, art as the anti-Christian, anti-Buddhist, anti-Nihilist par excellence.

It is still a metaphysical faith that underlies our faith in science—and we men seekers after knowledge today, we godless ones and anti-metaphysicians, we, too, derive our flame from the fire ignited by a faith millennia old, the Christian faith, which was also Plato's, that God is truth, that truth is divine.

Of what use is a book that never transports us beyond all books

It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love.