He Divines Remedies Against Injuries; He Knows

Dead Are All Gods: Now We Want The Overman To Live.

This Is The Manner Of Noble Souls: They Do Not Want To Have Anything For Nothing; Least Of All, Life. Whoever Is Of The Mob Wants To Live For Nothing; We Others, However, To Whom Life Gave Itself, We Always Think About What We Might Best Give In Return... One Should Not Wish To Enjoy Where One Does Not Give Joy.

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.

I Desire That Your Conjectures Should Not Reach Beyond Your Creative Will. Could You Create A God? Then Do Not Speak To Me Of Any Gods.

But Thus I Counsel You, My Friends: Mistrust All In Whom The Impulse To Punish Is Powerful. They Are People Of A Low Sort And Stock; The Hangmen And The Bloodhound Look Out Of Their Faces. Mistrust All Who Talk Much Of Their Justice! Verily, Their Souls Lack More Than Honey. And When They Call Themselves The Good And The Just, Do Not Forget That They Would Be Pharisees, If Only They Had-power.