We love life not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance one cannot fly into flying.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
It is not when truth is dirty but when it is shallow that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
In the course of history men come to see that iron necessity is neither iron nor necessary.
When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets.
Some are made modest by great praise others insolent.
Great indebtedness does not make men grateful but vengeful and if a little charity is not forgotten it turns into a gnawing worm.
Success has always been a great liar.
A great value of antiquity lies in the fact that its writings are the only ones that modern men still read with exactness.
Two great European narcotics alcohol and Christianity.
All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power the will to power power itself in man.
You say it is the good cause that hallows even war? I say unto you: it is the good war that hallows any cause.
There is in general good reason to suppose that in several respects the gods could all benefit from instruction by us human beings. We humans are - more humane.
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
It is good to express a thing twice right at the outset and so to give it a right foot and also a left one. Truth can surely stand on one leg but with two it will be able to walk and get around.
Many a man fails as an original thinker simply because his memory it too good.
A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.
All credibility all good conscience all evidence of truth come only from the senses.
Once spirit was God then it became man and now it is even becoming mob.