Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.
To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.
Sometimes we owe a friend to the lucky circumstance that we give him no cause for envy.
...one can speak with the utmost clearness, and yet not be heard by anyone.
I would only believe in a god who could dance. And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, and solemn: it was the spirit of gravity—through him all things fall. Not by wrath does one kill but by laughter. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!