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

Our body is simply a social structure made of many souls.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Sometimes in conversation the sound of our own voice distracts us and misleads us into making assertions that in no way express our true opinions.

Now know I well what people sought formerly above all else when they sought Teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought for themselves, and poppy-head virtues to promote it! To all those be-lauded sages of the academic chairs, wisdom was sleep Without dreams: they knew no higher significance of life. Even at present, to be sure, there are some like this preacher of virtue, and not always so honorable: but their time is past. And not much longer do they stand: there they already lie. Blessed are those drowsy ones: for they shall soon nod to sleep.-Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.

In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.