Quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche

The history of moral feelings is the history of an error, an error called "responsibility", which in turn rests on an error called "freedom of the will".

Anlam?yorlar beni, bu kulaklara göre a??z deÄŸilim ben.

Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger in one's soul?

I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.

Only when he has attained a final knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are only the boundaries of man.

Equality before the enemy—first precondition for an honest duel.

A man who loves like a woman becomes thereby a slave; a woman, however, who loves like a woman becomes thereby a more perfect woman.

Like a deep well is the solitary. Easy it is to throw a stone in; but if it sink to the bottom, tell me, who will want to fetch it out again?

Books for general reading always smell badly. The odor of common people hangs about them.

there may even be puritanical fanatics of conscience, who prefer to put their last trust in a sure nothing, rather than in an uncertain something.

Rule? Press my type on others? Dreadful. Is not my happiness precisely the sight of many who are different ?

I am not a man, I am dynamite

Woman wants to be taken and accepted as a possession, she wishes to be merged in the conceptions of possession and possessed; consequently she wants one who takes, who does not offer and give himself away

Since I grew weary of the search I taught myself to find instead Since cross winds caused my ship to lurch I sail with all winds straight ahead.

Now and again an echo of Chopin's music rings in my ears, and this much you absorb me that, at such moments I always think of you and lose myself in meditating about possibilities.

Whoever extolleth him as a God of love, doth not think highly enough of love itself. Did not that God want also to be judge? But the loving one loveth irrespective of reward and requital.

For ten years you have climbed here to my cave: you would have become weary of shining and of the journey, had it not been for me, my eagle, and my serpent.

To 'want' something, to 'strive' after something to have an 'aim' or a 'wish' in my mind — I know none of this from experience. Even at this moment I look out upon my future — a distant future! as upon a calm sea: no sigh of longing makes a ripple on its surface. I have not the slightest wish that anything should be otherwise than it is: I do not want myself different than I am. But in this matter I have always been the same. I have never had a desire.

But the petty thought is like a fungus: it crawls and cringes and wants to be nowhere—until the whole body is rotten and withered with little fungi.

He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.

You preachers of equality, the tyrannomania of impotence clamors thus out of you for equality: your most secret ambitions to be tyrants thus shroud themselves in words of virtue. Aggrieved conceit, repressed envy—perhaps the conceit and envy of your fathers—erupt from you as a flame and as the frenzy of revenge.

The main concern of all great religions has been to fight a certain weariness and heaviness grown to epidemic proportions.

Deception, flattering, lying, deluding, talking behind the back, putting up a false front, living in borrowed splendor, wearing a mask, hiding behind convention, playing a role for others and for oneself – in short, a continuous fluttering around the solitary flame of vanity – is so much the rule and the law among men that there is almost nothing which is less comprehensible than how an honest and pure drive for truth could have arisen among them.

The earth', he said, 'has a skin; and this skin has diseases. One of these diseases is called, for example, humanity.