And like a wind shall I one day blow amongst them and with my spirit take away their soul's breath: thus my future wills it.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy

Who is better, they who promote truth over happiness, or happiness over truth?

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.

A man who has depths in his shame meets his destiny and his delicate decisions upon paths which few ever reach . . .

I am Zarathustra the Godless: where shall I find my equal? All those who give themselves their own will and renounce all submission, they are my equals.

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.