The Best Belongs To Me And Mine;

Every Virtue Has Its Privilege: For Example, That Of Contributing Its Own Little Bundle Of Wood To The Funeral Pyre Of One Condemned.

The Genius-in Work And In Deed-is Necessarily A Squanderer: The Fact That He Spends Himself Constitutes His Greatness.

Remain True To The Earth.

Every Society Has A Tendency To Reduce It's Opponents To Caricatures.

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Different, Not Forward, Not Backward, Not In All Eternity. Not Merely Bear What Is Necessary, Still Less Conceal It—all Idealism Is Mendaciousness In The Face Of What Is Necessary—but Love It