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Man is something to be surpassed.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy.

Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.

In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.

God is a thought which makes crooked all that is straight.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Übermensch--a rope over an abyss.

One repays a teacher badly if one remains always only a student.

Many brief follies--that is what you call love. And your marriage puts an end to many brief follies, with a single long stupidity.

Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will find that blood is spirit.

Beauty's voice speaks gently: it creeps only into the most awakened souls.

Surrounded by the flames of jealousy, the jealous one winds up, like the scorpion, turning the poisoned sting against himself.

God too has his hell: it is his love of man.

The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

That time does not run backward, that is its wrath; "That which was"--that is the name of the stone it cannot roll.

My wisdom has long accumulated like a cloud, it becomes stiller and darker. So does all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings.

It takes more courage to make an end than to make a new verse: all physicians and poets know that.

I cook every chance in my pot. And only when it is cooked through do I welcome it as my food.

It is the good war that hallows every cause.

Ah, only he who knows where he sails, knows what wind is good, and a fair wind for him.

Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice. These people abstain, to be sure: but the bitch Sensuality leers enviously out of all that they do. This restless beast follows them even into the heights of their virtue and into the depths of their cold spirit.

Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage--his name is self.

And life itself spoke this secret to me. "Behold," it said, "I am that which must ever overcome itself."

Close beside my knowledge lies my black ignorance.

Sex: a sweet poison only to the withered, but to the lion-willed the great cordial and the reverently reserved wine of wines.

It is the stillest words that bring the storm.

Let woman be a plaything, pure and fine, like a precious stone, illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come.

How charming it is that there are words and sounds: are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things eternally separated?

Truly, whoever possesses little is that much less possessed: praised be a little poverty!

There is no devil and no hell. Your soul will be dead even sooner than your body: fear nothing further.

How many things are now called the worst evil, which are only twelve feet wide and three months long! But some day greater dragons will come into the world.

In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many.

What is the ape to man? A laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment. And just the same shall be man to the Übermensch: a laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment.

Weariness, which seeks to get to the ultimate with one leap, with one death-leap; a poor ignorant weariness, unwilling even to will any longer: that created all gods and afterworlds.

They vomit their gall and call it a newspaper.

The creation of freedom for oneself and a sacred "No" even to duty -- for that, my brothers, the lion is needed.