Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live.

I no longer want to walk on worn soles.

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.

There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.

He who climbeth on the highest mountains, laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities.

Socrates condemned art because he preferred philosophy and only after much internal struggle did Plato accept this judgment.

Those that achieve anything that looks beyond the vision and thinking of their peers provoke jealousy and hatred disguised as the ordinary.