All Philosophy Is A Form Of Confession.

The Most Intelligent Men, Like The Strongest, Find Their Happiness Where Others Would Find Only Disaster: In The Labyrinth, In Being Hard With Themselves And With Others, In Effort; Their Delight Is Self-mastery; In Them Asceticism Becomes Second Nature, A Necessity, As Instinct.

We Ought To Fear A Man Who Hates Himself, For We Are At Risk Of Becoming Victims Of His Anger And Revenge. Let Us Then Try To Lure Him Into Self-love.

A Dionysian Life Task Needs The Hardness Of The Hammer And One Of Its First Essentials Is Without Doubt The Joy To Be Found Even In Destruction.

Love Of One Is A Piece Of Barbarism: For It Is Practised At The Expense Of All Others. Love Of God Likewise.

Socrates And Plato Are Right: Whatever Man Does He Always Does Well, That Is, He Does That Which Seems To Him Good (useful) According To The Degree Of His Intellect, The Particular Standard Of His Reasonableness.