All signs of superhuman nature appear in man as illness or insanity.

We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.

Mastery.- We have reached mastery when we neither mistake nor hesitate in the achievement.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.

A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.

From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, -So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. - Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written.