To The Mean All Becomes Mean.

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

The Melancholia Of Everything Completed!

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.

And We Should Consider Every Day Lost On Which We Have Not Danced At Least Once. And We Should Call Every Truth False Which Was Not Accompanied By At Least One Laugh.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.