Jesus said to his Jews: “The law was for slaves—love god as I love him, as his son! What concern is morality to the sons of god!”
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink—but he didn’t die from that. He degenerated into a vice.
In praise there is more pushiness than in blame.
You utilitarians, you also love everything useful only as a cart to carry your inclinations—and you too find the noise of its wheels really unbearable?
Ultimately one loves one’s desires and not the objects one desires
.The vanity of others offends our taste only when it offends our vanity.
There is an innocence in lying which is the sign of good faith in something.
It is inhuman to bless where a man is cursed.
“Not that you lied to me but that I no longer believe you has shaken me.”There are no moral phenomenon at all, but only a moral interpretation of phenomena. . .
Anyone who feels himself predestined to observe and not to believe finds all those who believe too noisy and pushy: he keeps them at a distance.
Where the game has neither love nor hate, woman plays indifferently….. (Ouch! thats not fair)
The great epochs of our lives occur when we acquire the courage to rename our evil quality our best quality.
There is an innocence in admiration: such innocence belongs to the man who does not yet have any idea that he, too, could at some point be admired.
Sensuality often makes the growth of love too fast, so that the root remains weak and easy to rip out.
What someone is begins to show itself when his talent subsides, when he stops showing what he can do. Talent is also finery, and finery is also a hiding place.
All credibility, all good conscience, all appearance of the truth come only from the senses.
We act while awake as we do in a dream: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate—and then we immediately forget the fact.
What we do best our vanity values as the thing which is most difficult for us. The origin of many a moral.
What is done out of love always happens beyond good and evil.
With individuals madness is something rare—but with groups, parties, peoples, and ages it’s the rule.
The thought of suicide is a strong consolation: with it people get through many an evil night.
Not only our reason but also our conscience submits to our strongest drive, the tyrant in us.
Love of one man is a barbarity: for it is practised at the expense of all the rest. Also the love for God...:
It’s not the strength but the duration of the lofty sensation that makes lofty people.
Some peacocks hide their peacock’s tails from all eyes—and call that their pride.Anyone who despises himself nonetheless still respects himself as the one doing the despising.
Woman learns to hate to the extent that she unlearns how to enchant.
Dreadful experiences lead one to wonder whether the person who undergoes them is not something dreadful.
For the sake of his good reputation who has not once sacrificed himself?
The disappointed man speaks: “I listened for the echo, and I heard only praise.”
We all present ourselves to ourselves as more simple than we are: in this way we give ourselves a rest from our fellow human beings.
The danger in happiness—”Now everything is turning out the best for me; now I love every destiny. Who feels like being my destiny?”
It is not their love of humanity but the impotence of their love of humanity that prevents today’s Christians from burning us.