In Every Real Man A Child Is

It Is Far Pleasanter To Injure And Afterwards Beg Forgiveness Than To Be Injured And Grant Forgiveness. He Who Does The Former Gives Evidence Of Power And Afterwards Of Kindness Of Character.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

People Live For The Morrow, Because The Day-after-to-morrow Is Doubtful.

It Is Impossible To Suffer Without Making Someone Pay For It; Every Complaint Already Contains Revenge.

It Is, Indeed, A Fact That, In The Midst Of Society And Sociability Every Evil Inclination Has To Place Itself Under Such Great Restraint, Don So Many Masks, Lay Itself So Often On The Procrustean Bed Of Virtue, That One Could Well Speak Of A Martyrdom Of The Evil Man. In Solitude All This Falls Away. He Who Is Evil Is At His Most Evil In Solitude: Which Is Where He Is At His Best - And Thus To The Eye Of Him Who Sees Everywhere Only A Spectacle Also At His Most Beautiful.