If you go to see the woman, do not forget the whip.
God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.
Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.
The greatest events-they are not our loudest but our stillest hours.
One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.
All religions bear traces of the fact that they arose during the intellectual immaturity of the human race - before it had learned the obligations to speak the truth. Not one of them makes it the duty of its god to be truthful and understandable in his communications.