We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us.

Nobody can hurt me without my permission.

It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat. I have truth on my side, you only have deceit.

Life is the will to power; our natural desire to dominate and reshape the world to fit our own preferences and assert our personal strength to the fullest degree.

Spiritual strength and passion, when accompanied by bad manners, only provoke loathing.

The discipline of suffering, of great suffering- do you not know that only this discipline has created all enhancements of man so far? That tension of the soul in unhappiness which cultivates its strength, its shudders face to face with great ruin, its inventiveness and courage in enduring, preserving, interpreting, and exploiting suffering, and whatever has been granted to it of profundity, secret, mask, spirit, cunning, greatness - was it not granted to it through suffering, through the discipline of great suffering?