Who Is Better, They Who

The Will To Incessant Creation Is Vulgar, Betraying Jealousy, Envy, And Ambition. Assuming That You Are Something, There Is Really Nothing That You Need To Do-and Yet You Do A Great Deal. Above The "productive" Man There Is Still A Higher Type.

There Are Various Eyes. Even The Sphinx Has Eyes: And As A Result There Are Various Truths, And As A Result There Is No Truth.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die.

'he Who Seeks May Easily Get Lost Himself. It Is A Crime To Go Apart And Be Alone.' Thus Speaks The Herd.

My Formula For Greatness In A Human Being Is Amor Fati: That One Wants Nothing To Be Other Than It Is, Not In The Future, Not In The Past, Not In All Eternity.