No one lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.

Whoever gives advice to a sick person acquires a feeling of superiority over him, whether the advice be accepted or rejected.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

Some rule out of a lust for ruling; others, so as not to be ruled:Mto these it is merely the lesser of two evils.

Happiness is a fata morgana. the only way to not end up unhappy is to not long for happiness.

The scaffolding must be removed once the house is built.

Quidquid luce fuit tenebris agit: but also the other way around. What we experience in dreams, so long as we experience it frequently, is in the end just as much a part of the total economy of our soul as anything we "really" experience: because of it we are richer or poorer, are sensitive to one need more or less, and are eventually guided a little by our dream-habits in broad daylight and even in the most cheerful moments occupying our waking spirit.