When gods die, they always die many sorts of death.

Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.

At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid.

If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved

The pure soul is a pure lie.

Man is more ape than many of the apes.

That which intoxicates, the sensually ecstatic, the sudden surprise, the urge to be profoundly stirred at any price -- dreadful tendencies!