Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.

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.

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else!

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.

Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

War has always been the grand sagacity of every spirit which has grown too inward and too profound its curative power lies even in the wounds one receives.

What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself in man.

God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.