In The End One Only Experiences Oneself.

Now Know I Well What People Sought Formerly Above All Else When They Sought Teachers Of Virtue. Good Sleep They Sought For Themselves, And Poppy-head Virtues To Promote It! To All Those Be-lauded Sages Of The Academic Chairs, Wisdom Was Sleep Without Dreams: They Knew No Higher Significance Of Life. Even At Present, To Be Sure, There Are Some Like This Preacher Of Virtue, And Not Always So Honorable: But Their Time Is Past. And Not Much Longer Do They Stand: There They Already Lie. Blessed Are Those Drowsy Ones: For They Shall Soon Nod To Sleep.-thus Spoke Zarathustra.

Immortal Is The Moment When I Engendered The Recurrence. For The Sake Of This Moment I Bear The Recurrence.

When We Have A Great Goal We Are Superior Even To Justice, Not Merely To Our Deeds And Our Judges.

Iron Necessity Is A Thing Which In The Course Of History Men Come To See As Neither Iron Nor Necessary.

The Parasites Live Where The Great Have Little Secret Sores.