Master-morality and Slave-morality.

One should not go into churches if one wants to breathe pure air.

If that glad message of your Bible were written in your faces, you would not need to demand belief in the authority of that book in such stiff-necked fashion.

No more fiction, for now we calculate; but that we may calculate, we had to make fiction first.

Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Behold, I show you the Superman. He is this lightning, he is this madness.

It is a terrible thought, to contemplate that an immense number of mediocre thinkers are occupied with really influential matters.

Full is the earth of the superfluous; marred is life by the many-too-many. May they be decoyed out of this life by the "life eternal"!