We are franker towards others than towards ourselves.

"Body am I, and soul" - so saith the child. And why should one not speak like children?

Joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep eternity.

God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we - we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

He who rejoices even at the stake triumphs not over pain but over the absence of pain where he had anticipated feeling it. A parable.

When we dream about those who are long since forgotten or dead, it is a sign that we have undergone a radical transformation and that the ground on which we live has been completely dug up: then the dead rise up, and our antiquity becomes modernity.

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.