The noble soul reveres itself

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

Convictions are prisons.

...all that is rare is for the rare.

To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities—I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them, because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not—that one endures.

Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.