Assuming that life itself is the will to power, then there is nothing to life that has value, except the degree of power.
You say to me: 'Life is hard to bear.' But wherefore would you have in the morning your pride and in the evening your resignation?
The strongest intimidation, by the way, is the invention of a hereafter with a hell everlasting.
He that feeds the hungry refreshes his own soul, says wisdom.
We sleepwalkers of the day! We artists! We who conceal naturalness! We who are moon- and God-struck! We untiring wanderers, silent as death, on heights that we see not as heights but as our plains, as our safety.
But one thing is the thought, another thing is the deed, and another thing is the idea of the deed. The wheel of causality doth not roll between them.