A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything. 
And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Every church is a stone on the grave of a god-man: it does not want him to rise up again under any circumstances. 
  
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company. Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you. Go up close to your friend, but do not go over to him! We should also respect the enemy in our friend. Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but  vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a  gnawing worm.
Idleness is the parent of psychology. 
In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad.
Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is  the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to  live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for  the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
The doer alone learneth.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep  from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely  often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the  privilege of owning yourself. 
The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him  to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think  differently. There are horrible people who, instead of solving a  problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants  to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head  should be asked not to hit it at all. There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation  for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope  of gratitude. Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity.
Christianity was from the beginning, essentially and fundamentally, life's nausea and disgust with life, merely concealed behind, masked by, dressed up as, faith in "another" or "better" life.
As soon as a religion comes to dominate it has as its opponents all those who would have been its first disciples.
Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever  does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he  may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar.
Every true faith is infallible. It performs what the believing person  hopes to find in it. But it does not offer the least support for the  establishing of an objective truth. Here the ways of men divide. If you  want to achieve peace of mind and happiness, have faith. If you want to  be a disciple of truth, then search.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his  blood. Write with blood, and thou wilt find that blood is spirit.
It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers.
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers--and spirit itself will stink.
Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace.
He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.
In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall.
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched.
I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins--it wanteth to laugh.
It is no easy task to understand unfamiliar blood; I hate the reading idlers.
He who knoweth the reader, doeth nothing more for the reader. Another century of readers--and spirit itself will stink.
Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only writing but also thinking.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it even becometh populace.
He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.
In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall.
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness: thus are things well matched.
I want to have goblins about me, for I am courageous. The courage which scareth away ghosts, createth for itself goblins--it wanteth to laugh.
The most spiritual men, as the strongest, find their happiness where  others would find their destruction: in the labyrinth, in hardness  against themselves and others, in experiments. Their joy is  self-conquest: asceticism becomes in them nature, need, and instinct.  Difficult tasks are a privilege to them; to play with burdens that crush  others, a recreation. Knowledge-a form of asceticism. They are the most  venerable kind of man: that does not preclude their being the most  cheerful and the kindliest.
They're so cold, these scholars!
May lightning strike their food
so that their mouths learn how
to eat fire!
May lightning strike their food
so that their mouths learn how
to eat fire!
One must learn to love.— This is what happens to us in music: first one  has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and  distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life; then it  requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its  strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and  kindhearted about its oddity:—finally there comes a moment when we are  used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if  it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us  relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who  desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.
But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty:—that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.
But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty:—that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.
Man is the cruelest animal," says Zarathustra. "When gazing at  tragedies, bull-fights, crucifixations he hath hitherto felt happier  than at any other time on Earth. And when he invented Hell...lo, Hell  was his Heaven on Earth"; he could put up with suffering now, by  contemplating the eternal punishment of his oppressors in the other  world.
The Great Man... is colder, harder, less hesitating, and without fear of  'opinion'; he lacks the virtues that accompany respect and  'respectability,' and altogether everything that is the 'virtue of the  herd.' If he cannot lead, he goes alone... He knows he is  incommunicable: he finds it tasteless to be familiar... When not  speaking to himself, he wears a mask. There is a solitude within him  that is inaccessible to praise or blame.
It was only Christianity, with resentment against life in its  foundations, which made sexuality something impure: it threw filth on  the beginning, on the prerequisite of our life.
It is not their love for men, rather it is the impotence of their love that hinders Christians of today from burning us.
This eternal accusation against Christianity I shall write upon all  walls, wherever walls are to be found--I have letters that even the  blind will be able to see. . . . I call Christianity the one great  curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct of  revenge, for which no means are venomous enough, or secret, subterranean  and small enough,--I call it the one immortal blemish upon the human  race...
