The love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

Early in the morning, at break of day, in all the freshness and dawn of one's strength, to read a book -I call that vicious!

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.

Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.

The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.

When Zarathustra was alone . . . he said to his heart: "Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that God is dead!"