"To _exterminate_ the passions and desires merely in order to do away with their folly and its unpleasant consequences—this itself seems to us today merely an acute form of folly. We no longer admire dentists who _pull_out_ the teeth to stop them hurting."

"Every poor devil finds pleasure in scolding—it gives him a little of the intoxication of power. Even complaining and wailing can give life a charm for the sake of which one endures it: there is a small dose of _revenge_ in every complaint, one reproaches those who are different for on's feeling vile . . . someone has to be to _blame_ for the fact that one suffers—in short, that the sufferer prescribes for himself the honey of revenge as a medicine for his suffering."

"Even the bravest of us rarely has the courage for he really _knows_..."

"Our true experiences are not garrulous. They could not communicate themselves if they wanted to: they lack words. We have already grown beyond whatever we have words for. In all talking there lies a grain of contempt. Speech, it seems, was devised only for the average, medium, communicable. The speaker has already _vulgarized_ himself by speaking."

"One is necessary, one is a piece of fate, one belongs to the whole, one _is_ in the whole— there exists nothing which could judge, measure, compare, condemn our being, for that would be to judge, measure, compare, condemn the whole . . . . _But_nothing_exists_apart_from_the_whole!_"

". . . there are no moral facts whatever."

"The invalid is a parasite on society. In a certain state it is indecent to go on living." ( )