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

What convinces is not necessarily true-it is merely convincing: a note for asses.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

Man's maturity: to have regained the seriousness that he had as a child at play.

But every soil becomes finally exhausted, and the ploughshare of evil must always come once more.

To get into just those situations where sham virtues will not suffice, but rather where, as with the ropedancer on his rope, one either falls or stands--or gets down.

Away from God and gods did this will lure me: what would there be to create if gods existed?